Tripping Point

Luke hastily drew his knife, his eyes widening as the gravity of the situation began to sink in.

Ein scanned the exits, each hole already blocked. He desperately tried to calculate an escape route.

They could knock down the guys by the exit, but with the gun pointed at Ein, he would be dead before he turned around.

"Didn't you see the sign? This is a restricted territory." The man with the gun had a voice that was hard and gruff, almost scratchy to ears. He stepped closer, his each step like a countdown. "And our boss doesn't take well to unwelcome guests."

As the man lowered his gun and flicked his wrist, two figures advanced.

Ein reflexively dodged the first strike, but the second blow landed hard on his side, sending shockwaves through his body. He gritted his teeth, forcing back a grunt of pain as his ribs screamed in protest.