The ground sure hurts.

3rd person pov 

It was a dusty street with a sparce crowd that we find ourselves today. The roads of Brazil were most of the times not took care of so the earth underneath was poking its head in some places making the dust blow in the wind, making the ambience similar to the old westerns where the hero looks across the distance to his enemy amidst a curtain of dust.

Paulo was following the suspect from a good distance; it was difficult to say that he was doing something suspicious with the casualness that he exuded. He was aways outside the suspect line of sight, even if for some reason he was forced to be in direct LoS of the subject he was inconspicuous.

This charade continued for a while as the guy got to more desolate parts of the city, parts that the forest took over. Because of this Paulo was forced to be more careful, as a person on this part of town was suspicious so if the man saw him, he would know he was being followed.

It was after a grueling half an hour that Paulo finally caught sight of a possible residence. It was a windy shack, that if this place wasn't so close to the equator would provide only minimal shelter. The tall man stops in front of the cabin and look around, missing the inconspicuous man lying in between the grass close to him, and took his mask off.

Paulo, still lying in the ground, fought the urge to twitch. It was the suspected criminal all along, he was easily recognizable as he had a tattoo on his face of a tear and a cross. He had black skin and brown eyes, overall, he had a good appearance that was spoiled by the ugliness of his supposed crimes.

As he opened the door of the shack he entered, closing the door immediately making Paulo lose vision on the target. This in turn opened the window of movement for Paulo to move closer. He sped quickly and touch his back at the wall of the shed.

Paulo, now with his back touching the wall, touched his ear as well to see if he could hear something important. He began to shake as he heard something heinous and could not believe what his ears were telling him.

Paulo Pov

The chase was finally over. Having followed the suspect, I arrived in a dingy shack, the bastard was being too cliché for my tastes. Seeing the guy take off his mask and show his ugly mug made me rage inside.

'It was this bastard. How can a mother fucker like this have the courage to appear in public with a shitty mask as his only disguise?' I thought in disgust. He didn't understand these types of people, they do the most heinous crimes but stay bold and shameless. 

AS the bastard entered the house I sprung up from my position and quickly hid, all but gluing my back on the wall, this will make it difficult to spot me if he looks outside.

'Let's see if this bastard will talk with the victim or if he has an accomplice.' I thought and put my ear on the wall, focusing to hear anything.

"Hahaha, you are not gonna believe sweetheart, the police were spreading themselves thin looking for you the last few days." Came a manly voice from inside. It was full of jest and contrasted with the situation.

"But don't get your little head full of hope, they already stopped. You see, the police don't have the manpower to do search like that for long, so you will be classified as missing." The voice said, and I had to agree. It was impossible for the law to spread themselves too thin, above all in this city, if they focus too much on one thing, the violence will surely rise.

"I don't understand the pervert that paid me to get you but now it's certain that you are going to him. Maybe he will treat you well, who knows…" The voice continued talking, it was a thing that was almost he talking to himself. He knew he was talking with the kid because he heard the chocked sobs of the girl.

'Bastard, I will make sure to beat the shit out of you today. Don't you worry.' I thought, shaking in fury. How can a person say stuff like that with a voice full of laughter? I stood up from the spot that I had hid and cracked my neck.

3rd Person pov

It was clear to those who could see that Paulo was furious. His eyes were cold and his face was a mask of apathy that is rare to see from a person from civilized society. He stood up from his spot and moved to the door of the shack. With a crack of his neck and his back he took two steps back and too impulse and front kicked the door with all his might.

"What the hell!" Was the response he got from the criminal inside before said criminal took one straight right to his nose. 

The series of movements in between the forceful opening of the door, Paulo entering the shed, locating the target and socking him in the mug was minimal. This of course was not enough to drop a guy that was 10 to 15 kilos his superior, but it got him dazed.

Paulo, taking advantage of the confusion, took stock of the inside of the house and located the captured kid. She was at the corner tied to a chair and gagged with a cloth, she was wide eyed and in panic as the situation was devolving too rapidly for her to understand.

He having located the girl, moved quickly to her side and picked the chair with her on it and moved with nary a drop of speed to the door. This of course alerted the dazed criminal that had put a cloth in his now bleeding nose.

"Oh no you don't!" He said seeing a teenager carrying his package out of the shed. As he moves to grab the kid, Paulo, took a glance at him and use his foot to kick another chair in his direction, making him have to stop or he would have tripped and fallen, and then the situation would worsen.

Using this window of time Paulo took the chairbound girl outside and put her on the corner, touching the wall. He unbound her mouth and spoke with her in a soothing tone.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I will take you away. I just have to have a talk with the mister inside a bit." He said with a smile, trying to calm the girl down.

He didn't wait for the girl to respond as he could hear the footsteps of the big slug behind him close to the door. He turned and just as the guy was leaving the shed, he encountered a front kick to push him inside again.

"Who are you, you bastard!?" The guy had enough of this situation and grabbed a metal pipe that was close, resolved to bash the head of the bastard that didn't say a word to him and already broke his nose and kicked his guts.

"I'm just here to kick you head in, you don't have to worry about me." Paulo said easily as he entered the house again, closing the door with his foot, trapping both of them inside.

Fighting on the streets is an ugly thing, he didn't want the girl to see such senseless violence. Widening his stance Paulo raise his left arm and pointed his palm to his opponent, a stance focused on grabbing the pipe that was the most dangerous weapon currently on the possession of the criminal in front of him.

"You should have stayed out of my way you brat. Now I'm forced to kill you for real." Said the perpetrator as he swung the pipe with force aiming at the head of the annoyance that presented itself to him.

Paulo in turn followed the movement of the pipe and evaded just enough to the weapon pass him, after which he closed the distance and grabbed the leading arm of his opponent, the arm responsible for giving momentum to the weapon. With the hand secured he used his other hand, the one that was pointing at him at the beginning, to hold the face of his opponent, using it as a leverage to trip him; his legs having gone behind him when he approached.

The tall guy began to fall and using his momentum Paulo stroke his head on the ground, adding his own weight in it making the crook lose consciousness immediately. All off this took time to narrate but in real time took no more than 15 seconds.

Paulo seeing that the threat was neutralized took a deep breath, checking the vitals of the now passed out crook he made sure he was alive. Looking at his surroundings he got up and searched the house to find the belongings of the outlaw, finding a backpack with documents, clothes, cash and a phone.

He got out to set the girl free of her bondage, and took a deep breath again.

'Sigh, now is the hard part.' He thought imagining all the headache he will feel because of the consequence of his actions.

(AN: Man, this chapter was nice no write, imagining a fight scene at work making movements to emulate the mc is funny to see. Me colleagues were looking at me funny but I have thick skin and I'm not bothered by such looks. Tell me what you think of this little scuffle and what I could do better, don't be shy pour your heart out. 

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