81 Damir's Retreat

With an air of calculated confidence, I rose to my full height, my torso shielded by the tables. I locked eyes with Damir, a wicked and confident smile gracing my face. 

"Is that so? You'll kill me? Try it you little bitch!" I declared boldly, and in an instant, Eman, Darjan, Zehar and two of my boys stood up positioned themselves by my side, their rubber bullet AR's aimed at the enemy.

Damir's eyes widened, and the expressions of everyone behind him shifted from arrogance to dread. They raised their hands instinctively and slowly started taking steps back.

"Wow, wow, Where did you get that?" Damir stuttered, his voice quivering.

Before I could answer Damir's question, Eman, with unwavering determination, squeezed the automatic trigger, followed by the others, releasing a bombardment of rubber bullets. In an instant, hundreds of these small, but excruciatingly painful projectiles found their mark, bouncing off their skin or piercing it.