Marco p. o. v
They were laughing, especially Boris. He was laughing hard, he sobered up after a while of struggling to pull himself together.
“It’s either you’re a joker or a lunatic, I don’t know which one to call you.” He chuckled. “I am called the combat master for reason, boy, I don’t fight with little boys. Go and call your daddy, kid.” He said, thinking he was making fun of me.
He and his men laugh again, smug, and the situation without proper analysis if I had any means of surviving.
Again underestimating their opponent.
“My father is too busy for you, so he sent me.”
He finally notices my lack of expression, I stood there letting fool himself, And realized I wasn’t playing.
“What made you think you can place a bet on my life and still win?” Boris grit, getting angry as I wanted him to.
“Haven’t you heard of how I end those that came to challenge me? I leave unrecognized and dismembered.” He tries to scare me off.
What he isn’t aware of is that I don’t get intimidated, rather I pose intimidating to others. They fear my presence, just the sound of my name has them running off the opposite direction.
“Are you sure you pick the suitable opponent? I think any of my boys here can do the work.” When he said that, his boys boldly steps forward, puffing the chest in an intimidating manner.
“You are scared, Boris.” I simply stated, “Scared of a little boy.” I emphasized on the last part, reminding him that still the little he called.
“Scared old dog.” I instigated.
“You won’t survive one of my punch.” He sneered, his face darkened.
He exploded at me and launched an attack, he rushed forward with his right arm scything around in a giant strike.
I sidestepped him and ducked under his arm, bouncing back up and spun around. He stopped short on stiff legs and whipped back towards me.
We had switched places.
Surprise flash on his face, didn’t expect I could dodge his attack. He foolishly came at me again with same move, how foolish.
I sidestepped him again, and this time he realized that it wasn’t just luck that I could dodge him attacks.
He came again, his right leg came from under, wanting to sweep me off my feet.
I jump out of the way, coming back down, I sent an elbow crashing into his side and sending him back a few steps.
“I underestimated you.” He stood there panting.
“Glad you noticed.” While I was warming up nicely.
The real fight is about to start, enough with all the playing.
This time I felt the breeze of his giant fist passed an inch above my head, luckily I dodged it on time.
I dodged left and placing an elbow in his face breaking his nose, and connected my left fist on him knocking him sideways like he weighs nothing.
He went down on one knee and got back up just in time to arch around and missed my fist from connecting to his gut by barely an inch.
I didn’t allow him to recover, as I followed up with four fast and powerful punches landing straight on his face.
He staggered back, disorganized from the punches.
There was blood on his upper lip, he touches the blood and exploded in fury. Came at me with uncalculated move, which earn him a right hook in the center of his chest.
He fell back on his rear, holding his chest as he tries to catch his breath. That blow must have broken a few bones, I smirk to myself.
His boys came to his side, but he held up his hand stopping them.
He got back in his feet, glaring at me.
“You are weak.” I provoked him more.
Author p. o. v
The sound of gunfire echoed through the abandoned warehouse as the two rival bosses faced off in a brutal combat fight. Their fists flew through the air, landing powerful blows on each other as they fought for their lives.
It was a fight to death challenge, and whoever survive is the victor.
As the two bosses grappled with each other, their back-up men emerged from the shadows, armed to the teeth with guns and ready to do whatever it took to ensure their boss came out on top. The air was thick with tension as the two groups clashed, bullets flying in every direction as they fought for dominance.
The warehouse was quickly turning into a war zone, with crates and debris providing cover for the combatants as they exchanged fire. The sound of bullets ricocheting off metal filled the air, adding to the chaos of the scene.
Despite the intense fighting, neither side seemed willing to back down. The bosses continued to trade blows, their determination evident in every move they made.
The back-up men fought fiercely, their loyalty to their boss driving them to push forward no matter the cost.
Men were dropping dead or wounded on both side,
As the battle raged on, it became clear that only one side would emerge victorious. The stakes were high, and neither side was willing to give an inch. The warehouse was a battleground, with the combatants locked in a deadly struggle for control.
Boris was at the losing end, he was beaten to the brick on death. Marco’s fist was that of rock breaking anything it comes in contact with, Boris not knowing the strength of his opponent dive into fight.
With just a final decisive blow from Marco would send Boris to his deathbed.
“I have a surprise for you.” Marco said to Boris could barely keep his eyes open.
Vincenzo emerges from the shadows, he has been sitting quietly in the dark watching the whole exchange between his son and Boris.
“You ask after me?” Vincenzo, tease a dying Boris.
“You planned this whole thing.” He grins showing his bloody teeth.
He failed to realized sooner that he has walked into their trap.
“I was lenient on my reign, but you died the minute you stepped on Marco’s toes, he isn’t has lenient as I am. He would come for you if you step on him.” Vincenzo told Boris.
“Alright, I don’t have time to waste on you.” Vincenzo nodded at Marco to finish him.
With one final blow, Marco end Boris.
The back-up men, seeing their boss emerge triumphant, quickly subdued the remaining combatants, bringing an end to the fierce battle.
As the dust settled and the warehouse fell silent once more, the victorious boss stood tall, his chest heaving with exertion. He had emerged victorious, but the cost of the battle was evident in the destruction that surrounded him.
The warehouse was a scene of chaos and devastation, a stark reminder of the brutal nature of the criminal underworld. But for the victorious boss, it was a small price to pay for the control and power he had fought so hard to achieve. And as he surveyed the surrounding wreckage, he knew that he would do whatever it took to maintain his position at the top.