Road Rage

Mako hadn't come into this completely blind. She knew who John was, had a fairly good grasp on his history. She knew he was a soldier, a sergeant, that he knew how to use any weapon he had on him. She hadn't seen anything that would lead her to believe he carried heat around, but it wasn't worth the risk. She backed off, moved behind, staying out of any range of fire he could have.

Until her sisters showed up the moment they came out of the narrow street, joining the dance. Stone slammed her bat into the street, sending some sparks his way while Devine swerved in front of him and took position, boxing him in. Covered on the back, covered on the sides, with straight ahead being the only path still free.

Her sisters moved in, going high and low - Stone swung the bat towards his head, taking care not to score a real hot, while Devine came at him from the other side and stabbed him in the shin with her heel. Mako let out a wolf's howl as she swerved from lane to lane, warding off anyone stupid enough to come near them and giving her sisters ample room to work.

It seemed to work for a while, the bluff held and she backed off. John roared forward, just trying to get out of this narrow alley. Maybe it he was lucky he could find a police box or something.

But, as soon as he escaped, those other two girls were back. Now there was no holding the bluff. The sparks confused him, and he barley avoided the bat as Stone pulled towards the side. Mako pulled behind him, and jabbed his shin hard. “GAH!” He let out, struggling to keep control with one hand…

Why one hand? He still had his other on the canister, holding it in his tight grip.

A little keychain bottle. Twenty five bursts…ten foot range…those god dam visors, it wouldnâ€t actually hurt them. But maybe it would surprise one of them.

With practiced speed, Johnâ€s gloved thumb slid the safety open, and he suddenly pulled the canister out, pointing the OC spray at Stoneâ€s visor, hoping to blast the red spray and blind her until she could wipe it…or crashed, unless she stopped him.

He was still holding on to whatever that was in his jacket - wasn't a gun, couldn't be, he would have at least brought it out if it was, maybe pointed it at one of them to solidify the threat. No, this was something else.

He pulled it out as after a moment, and Stone's eyes widened in surprise as she looked on. OC spray. Clever bastard. Against anyone else, he would have gotten them right in the face. Devine would've been out of luck if he went for her, but the bat was a bigger threat. He made the best choice he could make, just not the right one.

She swung the bat and hit his wrist before he could give her a good spray right in the visor. Wouldn't have hurt, of course, but the wipeout she would have crashed into definitely would. Devine complemented it with another jab with her heel, digging it in his side before she skipped back out of his range, laughing as she went.

Mako started to tighten the noose as she closed in from behind, feeling the point had been driven home. He put up a good fight, but it was over. No more cards to play.

“FUCK!” John shouted out.

She saw it, she had to give him credit. He barley pressed his thumb down when the other biker slammed the bat into his wrist, sending the canister flying off to who knows where…it also hurt his wrist. A lot.

It didnâ€t break, probably, but it was already in pain and was probably red.

That was it, then, John had played every card he had. Whatever they wanted, they were probably going to get it.

“FUCKERS!” He shouted out, cursing at them rather impotently. “Iâ€M PULLING OVER!” He shouted again…and he knew that was the equivalent of shouting ‘I SURRENDER.†He started trying to pull off, not knowing if theyâ€d let him.

Mako couldn't help but laugh to herself as John threw in the towel. That was a lot more fun than she imagined, though she was sure John wouldn't share the sentiment. But all good things must come to an end, and they'd just reached the end of the line.

Mako moved forward and motioned for her sisters to fall back, as they pulled off towards a vacant lot nearby, in front of the tattered remains of a rundown strip mall. Nice and private, good atmosphere, plenty of space to move.

She sped ahead of his and came to a screeching stop, turning her bike sideways in front of his path as her sisters moved in from behind. Stone put it in park on his left side, while Devine did a donut around the whole scene, as if marking their territory. After a full loop, she drove past and came to stop a few feet away from him, giving her ass a playful shake as she dismounted.

"John Mitchell." Mako took her helmet off first and the other two followed suit right after."Funny running into you like this. Small world."

John let out a long sigh as he pulled in. Whatever they wanted, he knew this wouldnâ€t be good. He pulled his bike into the lot, knowing he was being ‘escorted,†and finally parked. For a brief second, he considered trying to run into her bike, if only to piss her off…but he didnâ€t want to get crashed up and hurt. Obviously.

John got off from his bike, “Yeah, crazy who we run into. Do I know you? Piss you off or something?” He said as he took his helmet off, keeping it in his hand and making sure not to let go. “So whatâ€s the deal, petty thieves? Iâ€ll give you the wallet, but youâ€re not getting my bike unless you pry it from my cold, dead hands.” He looked quite serious as he said that, and he also looked like someone who, at least one on one, could make someone elseâ€s hands cold and dead…but three on one was hard.

Devine dropped her helmet and started to circle him, licking her lips for effect."Aggressive. Like that."

Mako just rolled her eyes. Devine loved her little show, as usual. "Not here for your wallet, no, though now that you mention it? Might take it, anyway. Not the worst idea." She leaned to the side, getting another good look at his piece of work."And I'm a little hurt, man. I'd never separate a guy from his ride. Not like that. Some things just aren't done." She crossed her fingers behind her head."Besides, how would I even take it? I'd have to leave mine here. Fuck that."

She nodded towards her sisters as they came from both sides."The woman with a blonde porcupine on her head is Stone. The girl eye-fucking you is Devine. I'm Makoto - Mako, for short. New to Tension, wanted properly introduce ourselves."

John kept a tight grip on his own helmet. He couldnâ€t get his phone out, obviously. He seriously doubted theyâ€d sit around while he called for help. All he had was the heavy helmet. He remembered what they taught him in Combatives training, the Army hand-to-hand combat program. Use ANYTHING to survive. He didnâ€t know what their intentions were, but theyâ€d proven themselves to be hostile. What were his assets? Helmet, knee pads in his trousers, elbow pads over his field jacket. That was it.

And of course, that crazy one HAD to start circling him…he couldnâ€t keep an eye on all three of them if they werenâ€t all in the same field of vision. The moment she assed behind him, John tensed up, anticipating an attack…but none came.

Instead, they started talking…

“Suppose thatâ€s true…well at least youâ€ve got some principles.” John said, trying to slowly move his eyes back and forth, trying (but not really succeeding) to keep an eye on all of them.

John scoffed and shook his head a bit when they explained who they were…was that really what this was about? “Well, pleased to meet you, Maâ€am, but there are certainly easier ways to say hi. Why donâ€t you guys meet me in the ring at the next show, introduce yourselves like wrestlers instead of thugs?”

"We could. But you've got friends, don't you, John? We wanted this to be a more private thing."

Devine saw him tense up and smiled, snapping her teeth at him."So uptight. You've got to ease up, some." She walked back behind him, enjoying the view and challenging his peripheral vision.

Mako opened her mouth, but Stone cut her off with a groan and tapped her bat on the street."As much as I love villainous monologues, can we just get to it, already?" She looked back at John, keeping her eyes trained on with razor focus. "He's not stupid, he knows where this is going."

"Context." She nodded and Stone started to approach him from the front, while Devine inched at his back. "We'll meet in the ring, John, but I want to establish somethings, first. See, you strike me as a boyscout type of person, and Tension is about to become a very unpleasant place for boyscouts. So when you see certain things in the ring and get the urge to be a hero, I just want you remember what's about to happen. Or better yet, imagining it happening to Ro. Or Amanda. Think about it and be glad you don't have to go through this with the cameras rolling."

Devine started the assault, moving at him with a roundhouse kick at the back of John's knees. You take down a tree by chopping at the trunk.

“Ohhhhh, so youâ€re fucking cowards. I get it. Iâ€d have taken you all on.” In a war, you didnâ€t worry about who was brave or honorable, just about winning. But this wasnâ€t meant to be a war, and they were pathetic cowards. Well, it wasnâ€t SUPPOSED to be a war…

“Make sure you wana go to war with me before you do this.” John said to Stone as she eyed him. There was something familiar about that sharp look…all at once, he was pretty sure she was the one to worry about. Then Mako started talking, taking the focus back to her.

“Nah, Boy Scouts donâ€t like fags any more than the Army.” That was the last comment he managed to get out before Devine attacked, kicking at his knee. John wasnâ€t going down so lightly, though. He swung his helmet, the only Field Expedient Weapon he could get his hand on, and tried to dodge her kick while slamming the heavy object into her foot or leg as hard as he could.

First rule when fighting groups, remain standing. Second rule, try to force them to come at you one at a time. He couldnâ€t use the terrain of the open field to his advantage, but maybe he could stay up...the third rule was never give your back to the enemy, and he knew by swinging and dodging like that he may have done just that.