"You, go and take away his weapon".
Jreken pointed to one of his men to go and confiscate the weapon. The man held his gun and walked up slowly toward Joey.
The grunt was on high alert when he walked up to Joey, but with the other 2 people with guns pointed to him.
He felt there was nothing to worry about. As long as he wanted to keep his life he had to cooperate.
He lowered his gun to take the knife, it was a natural movement. He didn't even know it would be last.
Clash!
Joey quickly uses the full length of the staff to clip the guard's chin, The sound of broken bones wrang out.
He simply wanted to knock the guard out, going for the kill would be reckless.
Joey always had a fast burst movement and it seemed like the logical thing to do.
The grunts head spun like a compass. The loss wasn't processed by the leader and the rest of his gang.
Joey grabbed the grunts gun and started running.
Bullets were finally starting to fly. Joey ran for dear life, the bullet holes all left trails behind him. If his body hadn't felt so much lighter he doubted he would have survived.
Joey shot back while he was running, but they were all dodged. He finally got a second to rest while he hid behind a garbage can.
The garbage can was quickly filled with large holes.
Joey ran out and shot some bullets of his own, only one managed to hit one of the grunts in their shoulder leaving him with one arm.
It wasn't surprising that the gun wasn't of much help, but the cold steel bullets were strong.
"Kill him!"
The other gunner lost ammo and quickly ran after him with a weapon. The leader ordered the other grunts to charge him. There wasn't much room for him to run.
The men rushed towards Joey with their weapons. The first grunt ran up on Jowy with his hook knives that fell out his sleeves, his hand flickered and they swung toward his throat.
He dodged it and continued to run on the sides of the wall, hoping to get into a building.
Just another female grunt pulled out a whip that wrapped around his leg pulled him down. She dragged him down and slammed him to the ground.
The third grunt pulled out a sabre as he jumped off the side of the building down onto Joey. The sabre looked more like a ghost when he slashed it toward Joey.
Joey rolled frantically and luckily the sabre only hit the ground. Joey tried to get his sorry act together and finally start using martial arts instead of running.
He spun the staff and took a stance like he was using the axe, this was what he remembered from the afterlife match.
Also, he would be able to use the sabre moves he learned.
The grunts stood in front of him, while the leader with the spear watched him like hawk. Taking a deep breath Joey focused himself and Joey ran toward them.
They had a lot of synergies and they took a turns adding pressure and the lady with the whip was keeping her distance.
Joey staff was rather heavy, it was around 700 pounds. One hit on the head would leave them incapacitated or with a brain bleed.
Joey was under pressure, but he was lighter and faster than ever this was, paired with his burst movements, if he could take down one he would be able to do that.
After getting back up in the corner and playing the mouse Joey finally hit the wall, a grin came upon the face of the grunt; but that was cut short.
Bam!
Joey swept in front of him with the 700-pound staff and the grunt realized that he was caught out and out of time to run. His body flew into the alley wall.
The was tired. He made a note of where they were and rushed to the grunt that was injured to finish him off.
"Hateful!", the woman shouted as she wielded the whip, it let out a crackle as it hit his skin.
Hatred mixed with annoyance and Joey threw the staff toward her. The lady obviously wasn't able to process the act of Joey throwing the staff but it lodged right into her chest.
It went into her chest and came out the other side. The staff was stuck on the ground and her legs couldn't touch the floor.
She struggled to breathe while she clawed at the staff in her chest, but her body limped and her eyes became unfocused.
The grunts all look stunned at her body raise in the air like she was in a cross. Joey didn't pay any attention.
He ran over to the grunt in the wall, she flashed his hands and aimed for Joey's neck but with a twitch of his head, he barely dodges it and slammed his knuckles into his nose.
His head started going through the wall but Joey was not able to get another punch. The sabre grunt slashed to strike toward Joey forcing him back.
The man in the wall wasn't dead but he was noseless and bleeding profusely.
The sabre grunt looked toward their leader who had a black expression.
"Sir Jekren! Milday said we didn't need guns to deal with him and we still carried them. Not only that S- Shelia... she--".
The man expression was grave as he looked gazed at his dying friend.
Shelia who was up on the impaled by the staff hanging in the air got the better of him.
He looked to Jekren who's face was black and couldn't help but feel on edge.
"Sir! allow us to leave! 1 of us are dead and two are gravely injured-"
Boom!
The sound of cement and watery chunks of flesh could be heard, the sabre grunt looked over to the sudden noise and he went pale.