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| Elden slowed as he heard Des call out to him, finally knowing where she was took the panic out of his system. With that gone, the fear slipped into the background and all that was left was his rage, and all the training the US military had put into him over the last four years. He would get to her in time, of that he had no doubt, but in his minds eye the world began to slow. He registered the threat the first male posed, then the second as he straightened and stepped forward. His own face had gone cold, void of any and all emotion as his brain worked out a plan of attack. There was no luck in battle, there was your skill versus the skill of your opponent... No matter if you were talking about two men in a bar brawl or two armys clashing on the battlefield. Ice cold eyes shifted to the second man as he spoke, as if Des was a movie to be rented and played with. Then the first drew a knife from behind his back, a slim little thing that couldn't have been any bigger than his little finger or longer than his palm. They might as well have pointed a butter knife at him. He waited patiently as the two slowly moved closer. He wanted to take them out as quick and clean as possible, ideally without having to snap their necks. He didn't need to explain himself to the sheriff. But as Des screamed, he moved. The world reeving back up to normal speed as he lunged forward, slamming the heel of his palm into the first guys solar plexus. That would have him out of air and unable to draw a breath for at least 45 seconds. He then slammed his fist into the underside of the boys jaw, sending him backwards and undoubtedly out of the fight. Spinning, he delivered a round house to the second guy's ear, followed by a knee to the chest as the guy would end up doubled over clutching his head. Snarling he turned to face his last opponent, the guy who was on Des. He didn't want her hurt, and knew if he tried to engage with the guy on top of her, that was more than likely to happen. He moved forward and slammed the heel of his boot into the back of the guys knee, knowing it would hut like hell. If he could draw the guy's attention, get him away from Des... He could finish this |
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