XIV.7

ROGER WILLIS

The glowing in Idris and Yannick’s eyes were brighter than the flashlight coming from our phones. I saw Yannick initially had the upper hand sitting on top of Idris, his hands were wrapped around his neck.

“IDRIS!” I screamed out at the top of my lungs. Yannick quickly turned his head to gather some vision on who just screamed.

I didn’t know that my scream was a bit helpful as it took a few second of distraction. Idris took advantage of the small opportunity that I provided and veered over. With a snappy reaction, he landed a punch right on Yannick’s jaw and with that, Idris made use of his legs to alter the situation in his favor. I didn’t know he was also a gymnast of some sort because he managed to lock Yannick’s neck using both of his legs.

“What in the hell are you doing here, Willis?” Idris hollered at me.

“I came here to help you.” Clutching my crutches, I began taking a step closer.

“I didn’t ask for your help.”

As I was about to approach them, I felt something he