There was no reasoning with some people.
As they began striding towards me I took a moment to shrug out of my long coat, dropping it to the ground as I stretched my arms. Pyke was closing the distance faster than Bruiser, boxing with the air as he did.
“You’re gonna proper love this one, mate.” He unleashed a barrage of rapid hits on the unsuspecting air. “Always a crowd pleaser.”
“Tell you what; you quit jabbering and I’ll give you a free hit.” I put my arms to my side and jutted out my chin, giving him a target.
He opened his mouth but caught the words at the last minute. Gave me a grin and stepped close, focused on my unguarded jaw.
Amateurs.
He was so fixed on my jaw he had no time to block the short, sharp jab I landed on his nose. Cartilage crackled and blood spewed as Pyke fell to the floor clutching his face.
“You!” He gasped. “You cheated.”
I kicked him in the belly once for good measure. He folded, groaning, into the fetal position as I took a step towards Bruiser.
“You two have got your dynamic all messed up, you know that?” I dusted down my throbbing knuckles. “I mean, obviously you’re the muscle.” I gestured up and down at Bruiser, who’d stopped advancing and was giving me the stink eye. “But then that would make him the brains.” I glanced at Pyke and shook my head.
A low rumble started in Bruisers chest. “I vill crush you, puny man.”
“Probably. Gonna make you work for it though.” I gave him a grin. Affected my best Russian accent. “Come now, tovarishch. Let us begin fighting.”
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