JAPANESE SWORD
Ryder had discovered the exit route from the hallway that leads to the restroom, the second time he came to Las Sare Club. The wall looked like it was just a regular wall, where some old stuff and leftover materials such as earrings, purses and heels of some guests were kept but Ryder knew it was also a door - like a secret passage.
Ryder held Martha by the waist and walked out through the unguarded exit with her. At first, he wanted to have Martha for himself but his friends thought their boss would really like her since she looks like the kind of girl their boss finds attractive.
There was a waiting van with four people standing by it. "Finally" he said as he pulled Martha in hurried walking steps.
"Let me…let me go! Where are you taking me to?" said Martha as she tried to push the men that were trying to shove her into the van, away. The waiting persons soon entered into the van with their hostage and the driver got ready to leave. The car started and the headlight shone brightly in the dark night and revealed a person standing before the vehicle.
"My GOD!" "The fuck!" exclaimed the occupants of the van as they saw a strange man in a newsboy hat standing before their van. His nose and mouth were covered and he was in an all black attire.
"Leave the road you drunk idiot, dressed like the devil. You must think you are in some cosplay act" yelled one of the unrefined men from the van. Martha, who was sitting between two men, lifted her head up to look at who it was. She could not make out who the person was but she kept looking - she could not do anything other than that.
She was disappointed in herself for not being extremely weary of anyone that wasn't family. Because of the thoughts that had been coming back to her, she began to feel a little depressed though nobody could tell, and just wanted to live a happy life.
Was that so hard to do or is it just so hard because of her? Well life in itself is a land of struggles and anyone in it has a measure of struggles to overcome at various points of their lives. It is just that it differs from man to man!
"Stomp him!" ordered Ryder and the driver was ready to carry out the instruction, when the intruder unsheathed a sword from the walking stick he was holding.
"What in the wretched earth?" asked one of the men. The driver started the vehicle but the van did not move because the tyres had been punctured.
Earlier, Nathan had been keeping his eyes on Martha throughout the night. He was surprised when he saw Marcus kiss Lily, though a part of him was happy though. At least, the lad was off his back regarding Martha.
A guy had walked over to Martha as she drank and Nathan was worried for her health. She had poured enough into her system but he knew that he could not just show up and order her on what was right for her. Some seconds later, she went to a place in the club where his eyes could not follow from the room up and a laptop that was connected to the camera at the ping pong stand, was brought to him. He watched her play and laugh freely and it brought a smile to his face.
Carl was shocked when he saw Nathan smile - "she must really mean a lot to him!" he thought. He now understood better, why every instruction from Nathan ends with a threat, as long as it regarded that level four combatant. He vowed to protect her!
Nathan watched as Martha drank six shots of tequila because she had lost some rounds and all he wanted was to reach out through the screen and collect the damn cup from her! Nature called and she had to go ease herself. Seconds later, the boys also left the table and followed after Martha and that was when he knew an issue was brooding. Martha is just someone that indirectly attracts attention, wherever she goes! She is always noticed, no matter how hard she tries to hide!
He allowed the bodyguards to notice that the person they were to protect was not back and when they did, he saw them enter into the hallway. He never expected the ping pong boys to be good fighters as they looked like college students. The skilled and professional bodyguards could not really keep up with them. When he saw Ryder taking Martha, he lost most of his rationality and knew he had to go. Carl followed him out and immediately the gang entered into the vehicle, they unhurriedly walked to the vehicle. They had suspected the idle van that had packed by that side of the building and while the men were partying, someone had come to puncture the tyres.
Nathan's unsheathed walking stick revealed a shiny Japanese sword he was crowned with when he had completed his training and learning at the special school he went to. With a swing, he cut through the engine of the car and the car tore into two smooth parts.
He looked at the titanium steel he was with and smiled. The occupants of the van were shocked when they saw the state of their van and they angrily rushed out of the vehicle, with their hostage in hand.
Martha yelped as she was being dragged again and as they got out Ryder ordered for them to bring the intruder to him. The men stood in a circle round Nathan and Nathan placed the sword back into the walking stick. "I don't think that's a good idea man!" said one of the men as he let out a war cry and rushed towards Nathan.
Due to the rules of the club, they could not bring their guns or weapons with them and so they had to fight with their fists.
Before the man could reach Nathan, Carl had come from behind and threw a punch to the side of the man's face and the man had dropped to the ground…unconscious! The men were stunned and they rushed at the two men in unison. They could not get close to Nathan because of Carl and anyone that managed to get by Carl, Nathan used his walking stick to paddle the person like a tennis player.
In thirteen minutes time, all the men were on the floor, writhing in pain. Ryder immediately pushed Martha to the floor, in a kneeling position and placed a cold knife to her neck. He pulled her hair and Martha let out a short cry. She hated being pulled by her hair. It brought back memories and Nathan, who knew about this fact, was greatly displeased. It seemed Ryder had no use for his hands any more.
"What the fuck are you? screamed Ryder as he looked at Nathan. He did not see Nathan move too much throughout the fight and he fought effortlessly, like he was dancing or was being disturbed and was shoo-ing the pesky flies away.. Ryder had heard of supernaturals and he felt like he was looking at one at the moment - a possible Vampire. This Vampire had come for Martha and it could only mean that she meant a lot to him. If things went south he promised himself not to die alone but take the woman with him also.
Nathan said nothing and dropped his walking stick on the ground before raising his hands in the air as a sign of surrender.
"That doesn't matter to me. The bitch still dies!" yelled Ryder as he lifted the knife to dig into the side of Martha's neck.
Faster than anything anyone has ever seen, with Nathan's hands still up, he pulled out a small knife that was at the tip of his sleeve and aimed it at the right part of Ryder's chest.
Carl was in awe! That was too fast a speed to be calculated! Was his boss human at all?