A/N: Forgive my delay on updating this one and my others! Life has been pretty busy, but finally I was able to get in a new chapter, which so happens to be one of my favorite scenes from part 3 of the John Wick franchise. I only hope I did it justice with my descriptions. Happy reading! :) and thank you all for still supporting me through this 3rd installment.
Chapter 2: Pawn Shop Knife Fight
With rain water drenching over her once again, Emma pushed through the heavy set door. Only with the adrenaline inside her body, plus the medication she had taken- she wasn't feeling much of anything at the moment.
Heads turned to glance her way as Emma ran past a couple of Mandarin assassins. Not paying any mind to them as she ran.
"That's her." Said one of them in their language.
"Yeah. Let's go."
One of them removed the binnie from his head as they all took off after her.
Emma stopped, looking from side to side at first. Knowing that they would be stupid enough to come after her. Her eyes turning forward as shouts from every assassin was heard.
Quickly running to her left, Emma entered a chandelier shop. Her arm bumping against one that was low enough to be at her height. The glass pieces of it clinking against one another as she brushed by.
Entering another door, she rushed up two sets of stairs, until she made her way inside another door. The clock clicked loudly as her hands locked it in place. Moving by a closed pawn shop, she passed by rows of mirrors. Running her way straight ahead, she moved along the weapons area of the shop. Her head turning to her right, at the sight of weapons, neatly placed inside a glass casing counter.
It shook as she quickly attempted to open it up, only to discover it was locked. Growing impatient however, Emma brought her forearm upward, banging her elbow hard against the glass counter, causing it shatter.
She quickly reached for a Remington 1851 caliber, walking towards the bullets that were placed against a wall. Reaching for a 44 cartridge, she attempted to load it into the cylinder of the weapon. Attempting to push it inside with her thumb, feeling as it would stop right in the middle, not being the right fit. She lightly sighed, moving towards the broken counter once again, while her hands shook the bullet out of the weapon.
Placing the bullet on top of the glass counter, she grabbed a hold of another Remington model that had been beside the one she had retrieved first. Glancing towards the door, knowing well that the other assassins would be arriving shortly, she got to work.
Emma removed the cylinder from the second Remington weapon, placing it on the counter. Smashing the weapon down against the hard edge of the counter, she split the weapon in half.
Using the butt of the first Remington against the other, she bangged against the second one's side, releasing the hammer from its place.
All while the other assassins reached the locked door.
"Shoot the door." One of them ordered.
Emma's head turned to the sound of two gunshots echoing throughout the shop. Her hands moved quickly, placing the barrel back against the other part of the gun, assembling the cylinder and hammer back in place along with its screws, all in all while creating her own Frankenrevolver style weapon. Two light clicks were heard as the blonde's thumb pulled back on the hammer.
Bringing it up to her ear, she spinned the cylinder, one click at a time, listening carefully for the final clicks until she loaded up the bullet inside of it.
Her body spun around to face the door, spinning the cylinder in a fast motion as she took aim, weapon close to her hip, firing a single head shot, killing the first assassin that entered the door.
She ran a few feet away, crouching down by a shelf, waiting for the next one to come her way.
Surely enough, at the first sight of a barrel belonging to one of their weapons, Emma stepped out, grabbing a hold of the barrel, pushing it off to the side while a random, loud shot was fired. Glass shattering was heard around both struggling assassin's, as well as their grunts.
A hard thud followed, as the blonde flipped the first man over onto the hardwood floor.
Emma turned to her right, blocking an incoming punch from another of the assassins. She released a loud grunt, while she grabbed a hold of his arm, striking it hard with her knee as she brought it upward. His weapon falling to the floor by their feet, while they continued to struggle among each other.
He grunted as he was struck again, this time in his stomach with the blonde's knee. His body flipping onto the floor next to his companion.
Emma held up her hands, grabbing a hold of the first assassin's weapon as he stood. His screams over powered by two missed shots that were fired, shattering more glass around them.
Emma stuck at the man's neck with a knife hand strike. She took aim with his own weapon as she now held it in her possession, firing a missed shot, shattering the glass behind him, as he dodged it. Feeling her forearms being struck with such force it flew the weapon out of her hands and onto the floor.
The man grunted, grabbing a hold of the blonde's shirt with a tight fist, by her collar. Emma's grunts were heard as well as she could feel her body being slammed against one of the cabinets. Her forearm coming up in an instant, blocking a punch coming her way.
Her eyes looked down at the assassin on the floor, who was slowly starting to move, working his way up. While struggling with the other one grabbing a hold of her, her foot stomped down on the man's handgun that was on the ground. Pushing it away with her foot, she delivered a kick right to the man's face, sending his body back on the ground.
The blonde grunted, using all of her strength to loosen the man's grip from her collar, swinging his arm away, only to block a kick using her forearm. She groaned again, feeling as his foot came back up rather quickly, delivering a kick right to the side of her head.
Glass shattering was the next thing that was heard, as the blonde was pushed back against the cabinet, even harder this time.
Emma grunted, feeling a punch being delivered right to her stomach. Her arm came up even quicker, blocking another attempted punch to her face. Once again both assassin's struggling for dominance.
The cabinets behind the man shook as Emma pushed him against the glass rather hard. His body flipping over onto the ground again.
Emma's eyes looked up at the other man running her way again, She grunted, feeling another hard punch being delivered right to her stomach. The skillful assassin was so quick, he grabbed a hold of her arm in a lock, delivering another punch right to her back. He stood behind her, holding her in a lock by her head.
The blonde grunted, feeling her head being smashed right through the glass of another cabinet. Her hands fought, grabbing a hold of the man's own hands, while walking a few steps forward. It wasn't until she had enough space, that she finally rolled her body onto the floor, causing the assassin to roll with her. Her body landing right beside him.
It was the man's turn to grunt as he felt her elbow impact his face.
Blocking another attempted strike from her, he tried delivering a blow to her face using his knee, but it was quickly blocked by her.
Emma was able to sit up a little, enough to deliver a punch right to the man's groin. His hand automatically grabbing a hold of her ponytail. Even through his scream of pain, both stood up quickly to their feet, ready to continue fighting.
Both stood in their stance, looking behind them at the casings of knives that were on display. Both assassins did a quick double take, using their elbows to grab a hold of any knife they could get their hands on at that moment.
The blonde quickly dodged a knife strike from him, almost crouching, while she struck him in the thigh using her knife. The swish of it being heard next as she pulled it right out.
Her arm came up, blocking an attempted strike by the man's knife. Holding his arm in place, she attempted to strike at him only to be blocked as well. They remained in that struggling stance for a while, until the blonde's head quickly turned to look to her left side at another upcoming assassin running his way towards her.
That's when Emma released herself from the man's grip, tossing the knife from a few feet away at the one running towards her. She saw as the man groaned in pain, once the knife struck his shoulder. His body dropping to the floor, until he quickly pulled out the knife, running his way up to her again.
Emma spun the other man around, keeping her dominance against his armed hand, that still held the knife. It wasn't until she was positioned in front of him again, that she was able to maneuver his own hand towards his own stomach. Both grunting, as the blonde used her thigh to push in the blade of his knife into the man's stomach.
She grunted as the next thing she felt, while turning her attention towards the man running up to her again, was a flying kick delivered right to her chest. It was hard enough to send her body flying across the room just a few feet, until she landed hard on the floor.
One of the three assassin's fighting her now, who had performed the flying kick, quickly brought his knees towards his chest as he was lying on the floor. Swinging them hard forward, he expertly performed a kickstand move, standing back on his feet. He kneeled, tossing the knife quickly towards the blonde.
Emma grunted, following the knife as it landed hard on the floor, blade pierced right through the wood, close between her spread out legs. She grabbed a hold of the knife, tossing it again at the same assassin, striking him in the shoulder once again. All while standing to her feet, but not before breaking the glass case that was next to her to grab a few knives this time.
The sounds of blades clattering on the floor, swishing as they were thrown among the assassins, was all that was heard for a while. Along with their grunts. Plenty of blades were thrown Emma's way, missing her entirely, until one struck her right in her forearm. Some luckily bouncing right off of her. But, given the adrenaline that was running through her body at the moment, she didn't very much feel it. Not enough to care about it anyway.
Tossing blade after blade, she managed to strike two of them herself.
She held her arm up, blocking at attempted strike as one of them came right at her, ready to stab her. He grunted as he quickly felt how the blonde jammed one of her own knives right into his gut. Groaning again, as she used his body as a shield against another knife that had been thrown at her, which soon ended piercing the man's back.
Glass shattered as Emma slammed him against one of the display cabinets, using him as a shield again against another tossed knife that pierced his upper back this time.
Emma used her feet to kick at one of the man's feet, followed by the other as she tripped him hard onto the floor.
The swish of knives followed, as the blonde tossed one to the man's chest, killing him in an instant. And, just as quickly, she turned her attention to the next assassin, tossing another knife right at him as he grunted in pain.
Quickly she moved towards another cabinet. Her hands reached for two knives that she quickly tossed at one of them that began to stand. Kneeling down, she quickly shattered the glass next to her, grabbing six knives this time, tossing one of them right to the other assassin who remained standing. Standing to her feet, she tossed six knives at the second one, one after another piercing through him, until the last knife was aimed right for his head.
As she turned to her left to the one on the floor, a shot was fired from his weapon as he felt a knife pierce through his forearm. Emma tossed another knife, followed by another to the head with a hard motion. Standing before him at a close proximity.
She sighed, her head quickly glancing at both dead bodies before her.
Her head turned at the sound of someone running her way again. It was a third one, who was ready to shoot at her.
She reacted, quickly grabbing a hold of the man's forearm, while a missed shot was fired at random from his weapon. All while the blonde held the man's arm over her head. He was quick to loosen from her grip, attempting to deliver a kick which was blocked by her even quicker.
Emma took a few steps back, her eyes studying the man's movements as he reached for an ax, while another one of his companions was running up to them just a few feet away. She quickly dodged an attempted strike from his ax, delivering a front kick right to the other's gut, who came running towards her.
She grabbed onto the other one's arm, swinging him forward just a few feet past the other assassin, while dodging another attempted strike from the second one who now held another small ax within his hands.
Emma grunted as her back slammed against a wall, while she dodged one, then another, followed by another swing of both assassin's axes. Her hand came up at another attempted strike, pushing one the man's forearms out of the way, while delivering a punch right to his face, causing him to grunt in pain.
Grabbing a hold of the sleeve from the bald assassin's jacket, she blocked another strike from his ax, all while quickly striking his throat with a knife hand strike.
The man grunted in pain as the blonde held his arm in a lock, until a loud pop was heard.
Striking up her hand, Emma had broken his arm.
She struck him in the face again, moving away, blocking another attempted strike from the other assassin, followed by another.
It wasn't until she grabbed his arm a second time, that Emma delivered a punch right to the man's side.
Spinning her body around, until her back faced his, she brought his arm over her head and on her shoulder. Another loud pop was heard, followed by the man's screams as she broke his arm as well.
She tossed him aside, giving her attention to the one who had been on prior on the floor. Blocking a strike as he came at her with an even bigger knife, she locked his good arm underneath hers in a hold, moving him around until she faced him again. Using the palm of her hand, she pressed it against the man's face, pushing him down until he spinned onto the floor.
Turning her attention to the other assassin, she blocked an attempted punch, only to be struck in the chest with the palm of his hand next. Which sent her body back onto the floor.
As the man grunted in anger, launching towards her again, determined to kill her, Emma was quick to stand back up on her feet, holding onto his armed hand again, while she swung him against a cabinet.
He grunted, feeling a punch being delivered to his stomach, while Emma still held onto his armed hand.
Emma spun his body around, smashing his face against the glass of the cabinet, which shattered in an instant. She managed to free him of the ax, blocking one of his kicks and striking him in the chest as she slammed him onto the floor. She quickly moved towards one of the dead bodies that was decorated with rows of knives to their chest.
Pulling out one of the knives, her head turned towards the bald assassin who was running his way up to her again. Blocking one of his punches, she slashed his side, right near his oblique muscle with her knife. Grabbing a hold of his arm, she moved it over her head, placing it against her shoulder.
It wasn't until she quickly brought it up again and slammed it down hard, that the man screamed in pain from another shattered bone.
Even with both arms now broken, he still attempted to swing at her. Which the blonde quickly blocked with her free hand, striking him in the head with the blade of her knife. As he still attempted to pull the knife out of his own head, Emma slammed down on the handle of the knife, using the palm of her hand two times, until he was brought to his knees and fell dead on the floor.
Emma quickly blocked another attempted strike with another knife by the only left assassin, slamming his body back against one of the broken cabinets. She grabbed a hold of the man's arm in a lock underneath her own, turning his body over, until she was placed completely behind him.
Holding him a lock and with one arm broken, he was only able to block an attempted strike with his good arm, using his forearm against the blonde. But clearly, she proved to him that he wasn't strong enough.
He grunted as Emma pulled his hair, yanking the man's head to the side. His eyes wide and looking as the blade of the knife she held in her hand began to move closer and closer.
Emma could be rather strong when angry, and she was very, very angry.
She grunted, her eyes glaring right at him. The knife in her hand slightly trembled as she used all of her strength she could muster until the tip of the blade touched his eye. His grunts, followed by a squishing sound were heard as Emma pushed the blade in further until his body gave her the indication that the blade had ended his life.
Emma's chest moved rapidly up and down from her heavy pants. Thunder sounding just outside the quiet shop, along with pouring rain.
Her head turned to the sound of a light cough from one of the assassins that were clearly still alive. She watched him from a good distance as his hands began to pull out the knife that was stuck to his chest. The object clattering on the floor, beside him.
Emma bent down to reach for an ax as he attempted to reach for a weapon. She lifted the ax above her head, throwing it with both hands quite expertly. She had such a fine form that the blade of it stuck the man right on his head, even from a distance.
Her boots clicked against the wooden floor as she calmly- but feeling rather exhausted after that much put up fight- walked out of the room.