"There you are, moon bitch."
Oz was staring at the man in front of him.
"Who the fuck are you?" Two asked with annoyance dripping from his voice.
The man walked into the room, followed by a group of tough looking men covered in garish tattoos, wearing matching wife beater tank tops.
One giggles nervously. "We got Aysel first. You can have her when were done I guess."
Oz spun around. "Huh? So I'm disposable? I thought you needed my help?"
One motioned for Oz to be quiet, but Oz already finished.
The tattooed man laughed. It was crude and ugly. "You need her help? Funny story, we do too. We'll take her off your hands for her."
"No can do amigo." One replied. "We were sent to get her and we have to bring her back."
"Hmm. Well you need her, I need her. How do we settle this?" said the tattooed man, walking up to One, standing so close Oz was sure One could feel his breath.
Suddenly the man raised his hand. Before anyone could react, he has punched One. It was a solid punch that everyone heard.
The group of five were stunned at the action.
"Let's get those fuckers!" as One yelled this, the other four lunged at the tattooed men. Chaos ensued. Tho greatly outnumbered, the five were holding their ground against the bulky men. Oz could barely see what was going on. He heard a -thunk- and a scream. Five.
"One went down! One got knocked out."
Oz curled himself into a corner, trying to make himself as small as possible. He couldn't stop things, his mind was racing.
"I don't wanna fight. I don't wanna fight. I don't wanna fight. Please stop fighting."
He saw the five being knocked out by the bulky frames of the tattooed men. He didn't want to be next.