Describe the epic one on one battle between the leaders of two rival gangs. What's at stake? Reputation. What's the method? Knives. What rules? Yes. What rules?
"Look. We don't have to do this." Louis raised his hands up, still holding the knife in his right.
"Wrong. We do. This is the way things go." Cal switched his grip, switched hands and wiped his open palm on his jeans.
Louis shrugged, tilting his head to the right as he did so. "Everything is a choice, man. Everything."
"Enough." Cal's eyes opened wide as he stabbed straight in.
Louis side stepped. By the time Cal adjusted, a sweeping kick caught him in the right ankle and dumped him onto the cement. A roar of excitement came from the crowd. Some voices were happy, others angry but all were bloodthirsty. Those who weren't left or stayed silent.
Louis waited a few feet back.
Cal stood up, stuck his left palm forward as a feint and started stabbing like a sewing machine with his right. He paused to feel flesh but instead felt a hand just above his elbow, pinning his arm against his side. As he started to struggle, he saw, felt and heard Louis' forehead crash directly into his nose.
Louis dropped the knife on Cal's blood drenched shirt.
"Keep it. Remind yourself that I don't even need it to take you down.
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"Look. We don't have to do this." Louis raised his hands up, still holding the knife in his right.
"Wrong. We do. This is the way things go." Cal switched his grip, switched hands and wiped his open palm on his jeans.
Louis shrugged, tilting his head to the right as he did so. "Everything is a choice, man. Everything."
"Enough." Cal's eyes opened wide as he stabbed straight in.
Louis side stepped. By the time Cal adjusted, a sweeping kick caught him in the right ankle and dumped him onto the cement. A roar of excitement came from the crowd. Some voices were happy, others angry but all were bloodthirsty. Those who weren't left or stayed silent.
Louis waited a few feet back.
Cal stood up, stuck his left palm forward as a feint and started stabbing like a sewing machine with his right. He paused to feel flesh but instead felt a hand just above his elbow, pinning his arm against his side. As he started to struggle, he saw, felt and heard Louis' forehead crash directly into his nose.
Louis dropped the knife on Cal's blood drenched shirt.
"Keep it. Remind yourself that I don't even need it to take you down.
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