• “How many is that in the count?”
    A youth of about 17 stood above a bloody and bruised body, foot planted firmly on the man’s back. “That would be your…48th win in a row”, his friend said approaching him scribbling small notes onto a notepad.
    The youth stepped back to admire his work which had been about 10 guys or so who had all chosen to simultaneously gang up on him. Not that it had worked anyway. He bent over near a fallen bench picking up his jacket and dusting it off, before he slung it over his shoulder. “Will these guys really just give up, they’re worse than insects it’s so aggravating, especially when they try acting like their big and important or something.”
    “Don’t worry”, his friend chipped in pocketing the notebook.
    “I can tell the boss is starting to get shaky, he keeps sending more and more.”
    The youth groaned adjusting his spiked hair, “This is worse than some cliché videogame, I just want to hurry up and get rid of the boss already.”
    “Yeah, it’s too bad he’s too much of a coward to just come out and reveal himself. It would make things that much easier.”
    “Whatever”, the youth said kicking one of the bodies harshly, “oy, Eri, go get me something to eat and drink, will ya.”
    “No prob’”, his friend said with a goofy grin.
    “And none of that crap junk food got it”, he said with a scowl.
    “Whatever you say Dean”, his friend said walking off as Dean scratched his nose.
    “Jeez, what’s his problem?”