The gang was already starting to recover from our diversion, as two of them triangulated on me at once. I put a table between us, forcing them to split up and come around. One of them closed the distance and landed a hook to my side, his brass knuckles knocking the wind out of me. Gasping for air, I moved just in time to avoid a body slam from the other guy. I spun around and cracked him in the face with my stick, but Knuckles had stepped up again and laid into me from behind. I fell over the table, trying to catch my breath, my back searing in pain. The two goons grabbed me and pinned me down to the table, knocking the baton from my hands. As they pressed my head against the surface, I looked up and saw two others holding Daniel between them. He struggled as they restrained him as Jeb ran up and slammed a bowie knife into his stomach. Daniel's eyes widened in shock and fear as they let him go, letting him slump to the floor.
The KnightStick Chronicles, Rough Justice
Fantasy · J_R_Kimbrell
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