The Fighter - Chapter 4 -
#4 of The Fighter
-Chapter 4 -
The other imps jumped away from their fallen master. Who's blood poured out onto the ground around him. The split imp's eyes focused towards the sky, "Heee'zzz heeere." Before the imp could speak anymore a figure from atop the buildings dropped down into the alley way. Coming to land upon the limp leader. Crushing his body under it's boots. Sonya looked to her would-be savior. Her mind lost in the confusion of what was happening to her.
"Kiiiilllll hiiiimm!" One of the other imps shouted. All at once the little demons sprang forth and charged at the one who killed their leader. For Sonya, time seemed to slow down before her. The Imps, frozen all around her savior, as now her fighter instincts kick in. She wanted to fight, she had to fight. Or else these demons would kill both of them. Using her hands against the brick, she pushed herself up. First onto her good leg, then onto her bad. Raising her head up just in time to see the man put something away into his cloak. With a faint, 'click', all the imps before them fell to the ground. Their bodies now in chucks as bit by bit, the squished against the ground.
"But, wait, what, what just happened." Sonya asked. In all her years, never has she seen someone move with such speed and deadly precision. Her mouth hung open. Unable to properly process what had just happened as half words slipped passed her lips. The cloaked man that just saved her turned to face her. From under his cloak, a taped hand slipped out. Tapped in a similar way a fighters hand would be. Sonya took it with great hesitation. Her savior help pull her up from the puddle she sat in, and onto her feet.
"Who are you?" Sonya asked. Fear, confusion, and even doubt lingered on her breath. She stood nearly a foot and a half shorter then her savior. Looking up to his hood, she couldn't make out any facial features. It was nothing but black under the hood.
"Sherlock Holmes. At your service." Said the man. Whatever emotions Sonya was feeling, quickly gave way to annoyance. Knowing that what she was told was fresh bovine droppings.
"Cute, but who are you?" She asked again. This time the man reached both hands up from his cloak and pulled back his hood. Revealing a timber wolfs head, topped with, somewhat messy, long black hair with strands of gray showing threw in places. A regular wolf face as anyone would see. Expect for two details, a cross-shaped scar on his left cheek and, "You're blind?" Sonya asked.
"Let's get you back to the street, the imps may be gone, but we aren't safe yet." The wolf says as he turns and leads the way down the alley. "Hey, wait up." Sonya tried her best to follow along. Limping every other step until she could justify pressure on her right knee. "You are trapped in here like I am, how do you expect to get out?" She asked. Her mind full of questions and wasn't going to leave until she had them answered.
"Who says we're trapped?" The wolf asks as he turns a corner. Sonya soon followed behind him and let out a gasp of relief. To her eyes and ears, the street lay just down the alley. The silence all around them breaking to allow the sounds of the city fill the alley. The simple sight of a street lamp was enough to make her smile and walk towards it. Her savior following close behind her.
Sonya stopped once she had hit the side walk. Her smile still beaming as she immediately recognized it as the end to her short-cut. "I suppose I should thank you." She said to the wolf as he stopped behind her. "My apartment is just down the street, I owe you a drink at least." Not waiting for an answer from her savior, she walked onward down the street. Glad to be away from that alley and ready to drink the night away and forget the whole experience.