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The group of warriors traveled through the night. They followed Kree, who expertly tracked the Trantor beast in the concrete jungle.
As they traversed down a dark street, a man stepped from the shadows of an alleyway. “Hey, can you help me out? I got stranded by a friend and I need some money for bus fare to get home. You got anything I can use?”
“Sorry, I’m tapped out right now and I don’t think my friends here have anything that might count as currency” Erlenmeyer said.
“Aw, that’s okay man. Just give me everything you got and you can be on your way.” Another man stepped out of the shadows. Others, both men and women, were coming from across the street and some came from the street behind them. They were all young, no more than twenty at the oldest.
“It’s an ambush.” Thara raised her sticks. “Warriors, circle.” The group formed a circle around Erlenmeyer, preparing to defend themselves against the oncoming gang.
“These are our streets. Nobody gets through here with out our say so.”
Erlenmeyer spoke up. “So do you mind if we just pass on through?”
“What do you think, ass wipe?”
“I’m going to take that as a ‘no’.” Erlenmeyer looked at the group forming around them. “Look, we can settle this without bloodshed. I’m sure that you really don’t want to hurt us.”
The warriors were well positioned. They had their weapons out and ready to do battle. Thara stood with her sticks weaving in a pattern in front of her. Seeko twirled her staff in a circle, looking like a windmill. The tip of Kree’s spear waved at the oncoming opponents like a cobra preparing to strike. Tyrie slung her bow across her back and pulled out her knife. Uldu also pulled a knife from its scabbard.
“It looks like you don’t mind hurting us. You want to throw down then we can oblige you.”
“Look, let’s all stay calm here.” Erlenmeyer tried to keep his tone steady and non-belligerent. “I’m telling you. You don’t want to go against my friends here.”
“Be quiet, Earl in Mire” Thara commanded him. “If they wish to fight we will show them the error of their ways.”
“Big talk from a little woman.” The gang surrounding them were brandishing their own arsenal now. They carried an assortment of knives, baseball bats, pipes, chains and even a pair of nunchuks.
The man spit on the ground. “Let’s get ready to rumble.”