"I thought they would have put up more of a fight." Quarto said to Terzo who was walking towards him.
"Consider ourselves the lucky ones, we drew the longer sticks while the other two drew the shorter ones." Terzo moved his head towards the bodies of Primo and Secondo lying on the floor.
"Guess so… let's finish this… I don't want to hang around that guy any longer than I have to." Quarto said as he started moving towards Avecii before suddenly stopping.
"Oi! I thought you finished them both!" Quarto growled.
"Are you doubting m-!" Terzo stopped as he turned around.
Standing in front of them were Rete, dripping with blood, and Tielmo who was loading bullets into a handgun cartridge.
"Sorry to inform you but if you want us out of your way you're going to have to be a bit more clear about it… because we're pretty dumb you see." Rete smirked.
"Tch!" Terzo clicked his tongue as he pulled out the large rifle he had slung over his shoulder.
Rete smiled as he broke into a sprint. The pain kept growing and burning but he knew he couldn't back out now after saying all that to Tielmo. He smiled as he charged forwards, trying his best to hide the pain. Quarto was a bit slow to react but realized what was happening and gladly joined in. Once they were close Rete dropped down to his hands and rotated his body forwards, building momentum as he approached Quarto who broke out into an even faster sprint and started crouching lower and lower.
"It's going to be the same thing again!" He shouted.
"That sorry excuse of a fighter is just going to abandon you and run away!" Quarto continued.
"That's not going to happen!" Rete struggled to speak.
"Ho? Why is that!" Quarto leapt into the air, higher than he had before.
"Because what you saw before *Cough* was what he was conditioned to be, now you'll see who he really is!" Rete finished.
He slammed the ground with his right palm pushing himself off it and bringing his left left shoulder and elbow upwards. His left leg was just below it, carrying all the power generated from the spins prior.
"Weak!" Quarto smirked.
He lowered his torso, bringing his hip higher and coming up with it was his knee with his foot hidden behind it. BAM!! The two kicks collided, freezing the two fighters in mid air as each refused to be the first one to fall.
From afar he could see it all, the dynamic movements of each fighter, their subtle, uncertain breaths, the sweat dripping from their brows. It was as if Tielmo suddenly became aware of everything but only that which he had his eyes on mattered. It was a level of focus he had rarely felt, a strange high he never realized he craved. His stomach still churned at the thought of blood flying everywhere, at the sight of Rete's leg colliding with Quarto's, but he knew he had to hold it in, because now he had others relying on him to do his job.
He pointed the handgun at Quarto silently cursing himself out for forgetting to bring his rifle. He took a deep breath and steadied his aim, prepared to deal the killing blow when suddenly his instincts told him otherwise. His eyes were still focused on Quarto but his body started shifting towards Terzo. There was a blur of movement as the regular barrel of Terzo's rifle fell to the ground and one much larger now replaced that spot. He lined up Terzo's aim and figured out where he was aiming and quickly changed targets.
One shot was all he needed to finish this. Tielmo waited, and waitied, from the corner of his eye he could see Rete slowly losing the head on head collision but he held himself back, not yet, not yet he told himself.
Exhale! Swoop! Exhale! He saw the subtle irregularity in Terzo's breath and slowly drained his lungs of his own breath. BANG! BOOM! The oxygen in the room suddenly disappeared as everyone stood frozen in their place. A second turned into an hour as Tielmo waited and watched Terzo.
BLOUGH! A large glob of blood splattered on the floor in front of him, escaping his mouth. It was followed by his rifle hitting the floor then him, a hole the size of a handgun bullet was bored into his right chest.
SLAM! Rete fell to the floor coughing wildly as he struggled to breath. Tielmo rushed to his side and smiled.
"Seeing you like that makes me wanna hurl." He smiled.
"Ah, is that so, then feel free to, I'm… just going to stay here for a little bit… " Rete smirked back.
"He was a good shot, but he hesitated for too long..." Tielmo looked to where Rete's adversary was lying.
Rete struggled to lift his head, tensing his entire body as he did it until he could see what Tielmo was talking about. In front of him was the body of Quarto who had a large bullet hole going through his head.
"Was he going for a collateral..." Rete smiled as his head hit the ground again, "This isn't some game you know..."
"Yeah..." Tielmo sat down with his legs crossed, "Want me to get Meiko?"
"Nah, let him help Primo out, that guy missed my vitals anyway… I'll be fine... " Rete said slowly.
"Now we just let Avecii handle things huh?" Tielmo said.
"Yeah… we've done our job… now it's time for him to do his..." Rete closed his eyes, "Isn't that right Avecii?"
"Yeah, stay right there, it'll be over before you know it!" Avecii said as he stood next to Rete.
Tielmo looked up at him and saw a dangerous look in his eye, a look that sent shivers and cold chills down his spine. Avecii looked down at the two of them and smiled and giggled. Suddenly the cold chills Tielmo was feeling were replaced with a gentle warmth, as if they were being bathed in the morning sunlight.
"Thank you guys!" He whispered as he started walking forwards, "Now it's my turn!"