A/N: I'm back to working on my other stories, and for those of you who have been following and enjoying my creativity based on all three John Wick films, here is a long awaited for update! :) Turned out to be longer than I wanted it to be, but given my absence from this third installment, I owed you a long chapter. Meant to post sooner, but I kept getting interrupted. Happy reading! I made a few changes of my own, compared to the film to fit the whole shootout scene better. No animals were harmed in the writing of this chapter.
Chapter 6: Two Against Morocco
A couple of orgasms later, dressed in freshly new clothes by her wife, plus her unforgettable red leather jacket; Emma walked along with Regina, passing a couple of market places. The night sky over taking them both. Their eyes fell upon two men who held up their hands towards the two of them, putting them to a halt.
Both women exchanged quick knowing looks with one another, holding their hands up in the air while they were patted down for any weapons they knew they would be carrying. Stripping them clean.
"Regina." A white haired and bearded man with his arms spread out, smiled at the brunette assassin as he regally and elegantly walked up to her. "Always so nice to see you." His head dipped down towards her two canine companions, "And the dogs, of course, how marvelous. May I pet one?"
Regina provided him with a curt nod, "Of course." Her eyes looked down at the canine the blonde had gifted her with, ordering him to step forward in fluent Arabic language.
While the blonde's eyes were too focused on the man, watching how fascinated he was by the animal.
"Fantastic." He smirked, his fingers caressing the dog's fur. "Emma Swan." His eyes met the blonde's, "I had heard you made your way to our shores." He stood to his feet, smiling friendly at the blonde, "Come along now," His hand patted her shoulder, falling on the red leather of her jacket, "I am certain we have much to discuss."
Regina followed quietly behind them as they walked their way through the man's establishment.
"I must admit, I am curious." His accent thick as he spoke, his eyes finding green ones staring back at him as he walked alongside the blonde assassin, "What brings you to my domain? Tell me. Did you come here to kill me?"
"No." Emma answered truthfully, staring back into the man's eyes as she followed him through a set of doors and onto a patio of the second floor of his estate.
Between the blonde and brunette, as they stood a few feet away from the man, while he entered further into the patio area with pride- both women could tell how heavily guarded the place was. Guards stood at far ends of the edges of the building, while a man studied a few gold coins, placed on another table.
"Ms. Swan, do you know where the word 'assassin' comes from?" Glass clinked as he served himself and both women a drink, his eyes focused more on Emma, "People argue, 'assassin.' Hashasheen, followers of Hassan-i…" He smirked to her, walking calmly towards her direction, "Eaters of hashish." He released a chuckle, offering the blonde a glass of fine liquor, which Emma took, nodding in thanks.
"No, thank you." Regina respectfully declined the drink, her hands remaining behind her back with elegance.
Berrada continued, walking back towards a desk, "But others contend it comes from asasiyyun. Meaning, 'men who are faithful and who abide by their beliefs." He motioned towards a single gold coin he had on display, glass still in hand, "You see that coin?"
Emma and Regina exchanged a quick look with one another, the blonde clearly seeing her wife mentally rolling her eyes as the man would love to hear himself talk.
"The first coin ever minted in this facility." He motioned to a medallion on his left, "Next to it, the first marker. Not easy to track down, believe me. Now, this coin, of course, it does not represent monetary value. It represents the commerce of relationships, a social contract in which you," he motioned towards the blonde, walking up to her once again, "agree to partake. Order and rules. You have broken the rules. The High Table has marked you for death."
Regina's head turned slightly towards her wife, her eyes focused on her calm features.
Berrada walked back towards the direction of his desk, just a few feet away from both assassins, "Why would I allow you to leave here alive, when your life has been by your own actions, forfeit?"
Emma kneeled on one knee, her forearm resting upon her brought up knee, her head bowed down. The glass of liquor placed on the floor beside her feet. "I seek to make amends." She continued, "To pay for what I've done," her eyes met his, "I seek a meeting with the one who sits above The Table."
The older man smirked, looking down at the brunette's dog, petting its head, "This dog. I do so love it." His eyes met Regina's, "Tell me, does it shed a great deal?"
Regina's brows furrowed as she watched him pet her dog. And it wasn't just any dog. It was her favorite. A last gift from her wife. "Occasionally." She replied, shaking her head in confusion.
"When I leave, you can tell the Elder I'm coming." Emma jumped in, still kneeling, "And if he wants-"
"Then he will see to it that your bones will bleach under the sun." He finished for her, jumping right in. "I see. And I would have provided him with a choice." He opened up a box of cigars, picking one out as he sat behind his desk, his eyes on Emma, "I'm sorry, Ms. Swan. I cannot tell you where to find the Elder." He continued as Emma stood back on her feet, "You fail to understand. The Elder is not a man you find. He can only choose to find you. You wish to speak with him? Go to the edge of the desert, look up," He pointed upward, "Canis Minor, the dog who followed Orion through the sky. You follow the brightest star. Walk until you are almost dead. Then, keep walking. When you are on your last breath, he will find you…" He brought the glass up to his lips, "Or he will not." He takes a drink.
"I am grateful." Emma nodded his way.
Followed by Regina herself, "Thank you, sir." She turned to walk away with her wife by her side, both stopping in their tracks at the sound of the man's voice, after lighting up his cigar.
"Perhaps you were not listening before." He spoke, holding his cigar between his index and middle finger.
Both women exchanged looks once again, turning back to face him as he began to walk his way towards them.
"The social contract. The commerce of relationships. You have received a great gift," His eyes only on Regina, "I have hosted your wife. What do you offer in return?" He asked, kneeling down to the dog's eye level, once again caressing its fur, "So soft and yet so fierce. I love it, this dog…" His eyes met Regina's dark brown ones, "I will keep it."
Her brows furrowed, her eyes now glaring down at the man, "Excuse me?"
"This will be my gift." He motioned towards the canine, standing to his feet. "This will be how you show me your fealty."
"No." Regina shook her head, her eyes looking towards Emma and back to Berrada.
"Surely, it's the least you can do." He extended his arms out, a tiny smirk forming on his lips.
"No, you can't keep my dog." Regina's answer was final.
"Very well." Berrada turned his back to them, walking calmly towards his desk, "Very well." He reached inside his cigar box, retrieving his handgun of choice, "Then I will kill it." He aimed his weapon at the dog, but soon changed direction towards Regina's greatest love. Emma. Shooting a single bullet near the blonde's shoulder.
"No!" Regina cried out, kneeling down next to her wife, who groaned in pain, pulling her jacket aside, hearing the bullet clank on the floor.
Emma's eyes looked up into her wife's brown, worried orbs, feeling her hand checking her for any sign of blood- which there wasn't any, thanks to the custom armor placed inside her jacket. Emma wasn't sure if it was the impact of her being shot, but she could swear she heard her wife's dear, sweet voice whispering something at her in Arabic.
"I'm sorry, Regina." Berrada spoke, looking down at the brunette's worry, yet angry gaze as she threw a death glare right back at him, "This was for you to learn. "
Regina's hands moved along one of her dog's fur, slowly tucking inside its vest. Her head turned towards her wife, her eyes darker than ever as she looked into Emma's green ones. Her lip twitched in anger.
"Don't." Emma mumbled to her, shaking her head, already knowing what the brunette intended to do. Her hand moving to the top of an olive hand that was still against her shoulder, in hopes she wouldn't want to do anything.
But, there would be no stopping her now. It was one thing for Regina to shoot Emma herself- she was her wife. But to have someone else, old friend or not, shoot her? That was something she couldn't and would never be okay with.
Regina withdrew her glock, taking quick aim towards Berrada, grunting in anger, firing one bullet that stuck the man right on his arm.
Emma quickly threw a kick of her own, striking a man right on his groin, while Regina fired two more shots, one to her right and the other to her left at more of Berrada's men. And just as the blonde stood to her feet, dealing with another of Berrada's guards, while Regina dealt with two, grabbing one by his wrist, twisting her body around, quickly shooting at another oncoming guard right in the head. Turning her attention towards the one she held onto, striking him with her bare fist right on his shoulder, watching his body flip onto the floor.
As the brunette stood, Berrada found himself crawling on his hands and knees, while the brunette blocked an incoming punch from one of his men, delivering a hard punch of her own right on the man's chest.
Emma delivered a couple of shots of her own, first to one, then another. Her head turned towards Regina, watching just how expertly the brunette twisted her body, holding the man's stretched out arm underneath her own, flipping her body onto the floor, while her legs threw him off to the side. Her gun aimed right at his head, firing a single shot just as he landed on the concrete.
Seeing her again, after what felt like an entire century to her, turned her on something fierce. Especially after their little fight for dominance back at her place.
But this whole side of Regina- really made her body overcome with arousal.
But, now wasn't the time to let that be known. They had to get out of there alive first.
Regina stood to her feet, her head looking over at the blonde block one, then two punches from one of the men, holding his arm up above her shoulder while she fired a shot to the man's leg with a weapon she had stolen. Regina took aim at another man coming at her from behind the blonde, shooting him in the head.
Berrada stood to his feet, watching as everything around him turned to chaos. Both assassin's working together expertly to save their own skin. His eyes grew wide at the sight of one of the brunette's dogs charging right at him, barking with fury.
His screams were heard even from afar as the next thing he felt was how the animal's weight threw him on the ground. It's teeth biting down right at his groin, without the intention of letting go anytime soon.
Emma took aim of the weapon she now possessed, shooting the same man three to four times right on his toes. Taking aim again, she shot him right in the chest, watching him go down.
Regina grunted, feeling as another man she had been struggling with, flipped her over his shoulder and onto the ground. She looked up at him in anger from her position on the floor, seeing the barrel of his weapon aimed right at her.
Her second canine launched right at him in surprise, growling with fury, biting down hard on his forearm, causing the man to scream in pain and fire at random.
Emma moved towards the man who had been brought to the floor by their canine companion, her weapon on aim, firing three shots to the man's head. "Good dog." The corner of her lip twitched up into a tiny smirk.
Berrada's screams were the only thing left to hear, along with the dog's low growls as he was still too focused on biting down and yanking on the dead man's sleeve.
Angry brown eyes met with Emma's green ones once more, as the blonde stretched out her hand to help her wife get back up on her feet.
Regina's lip twitched in anger, walking her way towards Berrada, aiming her weapon that she had picked up from the ground, right at his head.
"Regina. Don't." Emma called out to her.
The brunette quickly aimed the barrel of her glock right at the man's knee, hearing his agonizing screams after she fired a single shot, his white pants now coated with puddles of blood. Even Emma looked away, her eyes meeting Regina's instant glare.
"He shot at my wife." Regina spat.
"I get it." Emma nodded, but inside she was smiling. Regina still loved her. Not that their earlier round wasn't enough proof of that.
"We have to go. Now." Said Regina, walking past the blonde, along with her two dogs.
People ran away after hearing the gun shots that took place on the second floor and roof of the establishment. Emma kept her weapon of choice, while Regina held onto her glock, both assassins prepared to take on Morocco, as both knew that after the brunette's outburst- more of Berrada's men would be coming after them.
"I have to say I'm impressed." Said Emma, checking her weapon for ammo as they both stood by a wall in hiding. Her eyes focused on the brunette's brown ones, "All this time, I thought about what you would think, had you known about this part of my life. It's quite refreshing seeing you here."
Regina ejected her clip, quickly inserting another one, snapping it in place.
"For what it's worth, thank you."
"Well, there's a good chance I might die, so…" Regina glared her way, only to Emma's surprise, her gaze was much softer this time, just as her voice. "There's no place I rather be right now, then right here with you."
The corners to Emma's lips twitched up into a tiny smile, her eyes sparkling for the first time in a long time.
Regina rolled her eyes, not exactly at her wife, but at herself for still giving in to the charms of Emma Swan. Placing a quick peck on her lips, she said, "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be." Emma replied, moving along the entrance with Regina by her side, their weapons on aim.
Shots were fired immediately around them, hitting the wall just behind them, causing both assassin's to duck. Regina ducking on one knee, firing shots of her own, while Emma slightly ducked, firing more shots which killed the ones firing back at them.
As they moved, Regina moved along dancing bullets that missed her feet by inches, the dirt on the ground rising slightly due to their impact. She took aim at two, three men, killing them with head shots. Taking quick cover near a wall.
Emma moved along the side, suddenly feeling more empowered than ever with her wife by her side. She killed one hooded man from afar, then another as he stepped in right in front of her, not even knowing she was right beside him. His blood splattering out of the back of his head from the bullet that pierced right through it. She grabbed a hold of another one's armed hand that stepped out, who attempted to kill Regina by shooting at her, twisting her body over his lifted arm, she pinned him down against concrete, firing another shot at an oncoming man before killing the one she held down with a single head shot.
Regina took one of the men's weapons, firing two shots as she turned her back, killing one of them. Her weapon clicked twice once she attempted to shoot another coming her way. Grunting in anger, she struck the man with the butt of the weapon, slapping his hands away from her face.
Her arm came up, blocking the man's hand that was armed with a knife, ready to stab her. Her fist striking the man's face twice before she twisted her body around, her back to him. She threw the man's hand backward, causing the knife to stab right into his own stomach.
Regina threw his limp body against a concrete looking container. She withdrew her glock she still had strapped to her hip, firing two shots to the man's head. Yelling something in the Arabic language, she looked over her shoulder to one of her canines who jumped right up at her command, running along the concrete edges of another container, while bullets danced around the charging animal.
His growls grow louder with a bark as it threw itself at one of the men, taking him to the ground, causing him to yell in pain from its fangs digging into his skin, his shirt ripping.
Regina was proud of her dogs, she had trained them well under these circumstances. Something Emma was also impressed with. They were both strong beasts who wouldn't hesitate to protect her or follow her orders.
The brunette walked calmly but quickly past the man, who was still being held down by one of her dogs. Taking aim at the man's head with her weapon, she fired one shot. Emma, who walked right behind her wife, fired another shot of her own at the man's head, even if he was already dead.
Both wives moved along, side by side, their weapons on aim and one of the brunette's dogs by her side.
The other canine still behind, chewing down on the dead corpse.
Bullets danced around them once again, causing both women to hide behind concrete posts, a few feet apart from each other. Their heads turned as they glanced at one another. Regina provided the blonde with a quick wink once their eyes met again, a wink that caused the blonde's lip to twitch up into a smirk.
Emma peeked out of cover, firing two shots of her own. Quickly hiding again, hearing the bullets that were being shot her way, striking against the concrete post.
Regina peeked out next, firing three shots of her own and hiding quickly.
Emma pulled back on the slide of her glock, stepping out of cover, she fired two shots, injuring and killing one of the hooded men running her way.
Regina watched her wife head on out of cover, her breathing rapid, finding herself glancing down at her clip, which still had ammo inside it. But, she would need to make them count. Stepping out, she fired two shots of her own, injuring another hooded man that was barely jumping over a wall to get to her.
Concrete flew like confetti, and from the corner of her eye Regina could see each tiny piece. She waited for another shot to be attempted at her before quickly peeking out and firing two shots of her own, killing another of Barrata's men. Once turned to her right side, she could see more concrete being shot at, three times- she mentally counted before quickly peeking out, her arm extending and firing two shots. The bullets striking the man on the leg, followed by another bullet, which pierced his side.
Barking followed by growling came from one of the canines, the animal running directly to the still injured man Regina had just shot at, knocking him down to the floor using all of its weight. It's head shaking with anger as its teeth once again, ripping through flesh and clothing.
Just as another armed hooded man took three steps towards Regina's left side, not aware of her hiding near there, the brunette stepped out, shooting him three times in the leg, while her other dog's body jumped right up, it's snout open, fangs bare, biting down on the screaming man's arm.
The animal's power was so fierce, it brought the man to the floor.
Regina came out of cover, delivering a head shot right to another man that was coming from the far end. Her head and body turned to her left side, shooting the first man her first dog was still holding down. Then turned to her right, killing the other.
Emma fired two shots, hearing the grunts of one man. Her head turned to a second one, blocking his attempt to strike her with his weapon. While grabbing a hold of his arm, she spun her body around, making the man's feet move in a 360 angle, until his throat met with her other stretched out forearm. His body hitting the floor hard. Bullets, which missed her, danced around her. Emma took aim at the man she held onto the ground, shooting him in the head.
Her hand swung backwards, shooting another man in the head that was behind her before she spun her body head first, onto the floor, rolling and ending up kneeled on one knee. She took aim, fired one shot, then another towards one of the men that attempted to kill Regina when she wasn't watching him.
The brunette's head turned towards Emma in a quick glance. A tiny smirk on her lips as her wife provided her with the same wink she had minutes prior, before Emma continued delivering her own bullets.
This was like a dance among assassin's. A dance which both took turns leading, watching each other's backs, fronts and all sides. In reality, neither of them could remember when was the last time they ever danced together, outside of all this killing spree, outside of this world.
Their love was always so strong for one another- for their son. And what a happy life they lived.
And now, being here with another one- reunited, side by side- Morocco was theirs.
They loved each other and would never stop. For Henry, even if he was no longer with them physically, Emma could see Regina letting out all of her grieving anger on each and every one of these men trying to take them both down without an ounce of succession.
They took their son from them, there was no way Regina was losing Emma as well.
Not here, and certainly not like this.
Regina ejected a now empty clip from within her weapon, quickly snapping another one in. Her head turned to her left, catching sight of a shadow of another man coming her way, she fired two shots directed at the man's arm. Her feet taking off in a sprint, a low grunt, almost a growl escaping from within her chest just as her body jumped up into the air, her legs wrapping around the man's waist like snakes. Her free hand, grabbing a hold of the man's collar, using all of her weight on him, rolling him down onto the floor.
The last thing Regina heard was a grunt escape him as he landed on the floor, before she aimed and shot him right in the head.
Quickly standing to her feet, she shot another man in the head that was coming right at her. Her head turned towards both her dogs, who's jaws had grabbed onto another man's legs, knocking him to the floor.
She aimed at his head, killing him instantly with one bullet, watching as her dogs dragged his lifeless body away.
Standing to her feet, Regina turned to the shouting of a man coming right at her, knife in hand. She dodged backward a strike from the knife, blocking the other as it came straight for her, grabbing a hold of the man's entire arm. A grunt escaped her as she kneed the man right on his stomach.
Using his body as a shield, she bent him over, locking his armed hand underneath her, her arm resting against the man's back, aiming her weapon and firing five shots as she moved him along with her. Bullets danced around her, striking right into the walls behind her. Regina kept on moving until the man's head bumped onto the brick wall, her elbow striking the man's face next, releasing his armed hand.
Her hand grabbed the man's neck, slamming his body up against the wall, her weapon aimed right at the back of his head. Blood splattering in a paint like puddle against the bricks.
The brunette assassin quickly looked to her side, taking aim and shooting two quick bullets to another man's head.
Taking cover, she moved on to another part of the outside room, her weapon on aim at all times. She took down at least four other men, all in a row. Her hand grabbing a hold of a fifth one's wrist, blocking his attack with a knife. She pulled the man by his wrist, maneuvering him to her liking like a rag doll, taking aim at an oncoming goon, shooting him in the head. Her attention was quickly back to the man she held onto, delivering a kick right to his groin, quickly turning back, killing another oncoming man with yet another head shot. Followed by the one she had been holding onto.
The brunette fired a shot towards another man running right at her, hearing and seeing his knife being withdrawn from somewhere within his jacket, using her hand to block it. Her body spun around, her foot kicking him hard against his gut- her body twisting, delivering a head shot to a second oncoming goon. Her attention was back on the one on the floor, shooting him right in the stomach as he was beginning to charge right at her. Her attention back behind her, delivering a head shot to a third man hiding behind a wall, who had just peeked out at her.
Another knife switched out towards her, that was successfully blocked by the brunette, her body twisting so fast, the man was confused by her movement alone. Especially once Regina's free hand came up, her arm slamming into the man's throat, causing him to flip on the ground.
Turning her body, she took out three more men with head shots, quickly blocking another one's attempt to strike at her with a knife, raising his arm and passing her body right underneath and shooting him in the head, along with another running her way.
Regina grunted, feeling as another goon grabbed onto her arm, tossing her onto the floor.
What followed was an angry growl from one of her dog's, the dog jumping over the concrete small wall, directly attacking the man that had just thrown his owner onto the ground.
Another hooded man shouted in Arabic, aiming his weapon at the dog, only for the second canine to come launching right at him with a bark and bite of his own.
The brunette aimed at one of the men, shooting him in the head, standing from being on her hands and knees, killing the second one while she continued on.
Emma delivered a shot to a man's stomach, followed by a slash of the knife she held in her other hand, right to the throat. Her hand came up to her face level, shooting the same man right in the head, as her body turned. Taking aim, she shot another one right on his leg, her hand coming up with the knife in a strike that was blocked by him, which she rapidly yanked her hand away from, slashing the man's throat and stabbing him right near his shoulder next. She walked forward, pushing him with all her strength until his back slammed against a pile of stacked up items, her weapon shooting a bullet right into his stomach, followed by his head.
Holding onto the man's dead body, using her own by pressing her arm against him, Emma quickly dug through the man's jacket pocket, retrieving a clip and his handgun, pushing him out of the way, she kneeled, quickly snapping the magazine into the weapon, cocking it.
Regina took cover against a wall, her hand peeking out and firing a shot at a man's head. Shouting something in Arabic, one of her dog's came up to her, calmly passing in between her legs, where Regina's hand held onto its collar. She fired a shot at another man's shoulder, releasing her dog- who charged right at his groin, causing him to scream in pain.
She moved quickly towards the man, blocking his arm as he wanted to shoot at her. Taking his weapon from him, she fired two quick shots directly to his head.
Bullets stuck against the dirt, near both canine's paws, Regina running right near them, firing two shots at the next two men her dogs quickly charged at, sinking their teeth into their flesh at the same time the brunette assassin slid across the dirt, right underneath a cart. Her weapon aimed right at their heads, quickly shooting them dead as she stood to her feet.
Emma walked her way up, aiming her weapon at two men that were coming down a set of stairs, taking them down with two direct head shots. She turned to her right, shooting another one dead to the ground. As she quickly stood, Emma blocked two knife strikes from another man, her gun aimed at his stomach, firing two quick shots.
Using all of her strength, she pushed his body back against a truck, kicking his leg, knocking him to the ground, shooting two fast bullets into his chest.
The blonde heard a snarl followed by a bark from one of Regina's dogs, watching it climb up all the way a plank, running its way among crates and charging right at another goon, knocking him to the floor.
The next dog came running out behind the blonde, biting another man's arm and knocking him to the floor.
Emma quickly took the opportunity to aim her barrel to the man's head, killing him with a single shot. Moving along, she fired another shot, killing another of Berrata's goons, his body rolling off of the wooden, stretched out plank. Moving along the crates, she shot another's shoulder, Beretta's men already seeming endless to her, rolling his body onto the ground, shooting him clean in the chest.
Moving along, and raising her weapon, she shot two others that were up above.
Regina fired a shot, quickly dodging one slash of a knife, then another, followed by another from two men. Taking a quick shot at the second man's stomach, she grabbed hold of the first man's arm as he attempted to strike her again. Rolling her body, she moved him along with her, striking his face with the butt of her gun, knocking him onto the floor.
Her head turned towards the second man, dodging a knife strike, locking his arm underneath hers in a hold, twisting it so it would cause him to flip over onto the ground. Despite his grunts, she dragged him only a few paces, looking for the perfect angle to aim her weapon and fire a clean head shot.
Emma fired a bullet into another man's stomach, taking quick aim to his head and firing. Kneeling, she fired another head shot at another oncoming man, blocking a strike against a third one, twisting his arm again and again until she gathered enough strength to roll his body onto the ground. Her hand lifted up, grabbing another goon's wrist, a free shot fired from his weapon as she did so as the blonde bent his body, her arm resting against his back, firing a couple of shots of her own against another of Berrata's men.
Grabbing onto his body, she rolled over with him, all of her weight leaning into his, preventing him from moving an inch, while her and the third goon aimed their weapons right at each other's faces. Both their guns clicking empty.
A goon stood as soon as the blonde rolled off of the other. The one on the floor hearing his gun click as he attempted to fire a shot at her.
Green eyes quickly looked down at the man below her and the one ahead of her, all three magazines ejecting from their weapons, while new ones were clicked in place. Only Emma proved to be much faster, firing a head shot to the one standing before her, followed by the one below her feet, lying on his back, and turning to look at her left side, killing another one coming down a set of stairs, all with clean head shots.
Regina dodged another knife strike, catching the man's arm just above her head as his body spun into action, Kneeling down on one knee and rolling his body over her shoulder like a doll. Withdrawing her weapon, she fired a head shot. Her body turned to the sound of screams, firing to her left, another successful head shot, and quickly dodging another knife strike, delivering a shot right to his shoulder.
Releasing a grunt filled with anger, Regina charged right at the man, her arm wrapping behind his neck, her legs coming up in the air, knees pressing against his body, causing him to roll onto the floor. Landing on top of them in a straddling position, the brunette aimed the barrel of her weapon right to the man's face, firing a single bullet to his head. Blood splattering on the ground.
She rolled her body backward, landing on her knee, while dodging another sudden knife strike, aiming her weapon and delivering a head shot. Her head turned, surprised to be grabbed by another oncoming goon who was able to push her all the way back, her back and hip hitting hard against a wall. A grunt escaping her, feeling a hard punch being delivered right to her stomach.
Regina ducked down, dodging the strike of a machete that clanked against the concrete instead of her throat. Withdrawing her weapon, she shot the man once on a leg and another on his stomach, letting out a choking sound, feeling the other man's hand wrap around her bare throat. Using all of her strength, she stood up to her feet, her elbow striking down at the man's arm, loosening his strong grip from around her throat. Tossing his other hand aside, the brunette brought her elbow, striking the man in the face with a grunt. Once she faced him, her fist came up, striking him right on the groin.
Using all of her strength, she pinned his body onto the ground, striking the man's side of his face with the butt of her weapon twice, her wrist being caught by his free hand as she went in for a third strike. Attempting to punch him with her free hand, the man caught her fist, both struggling for dominance.
Regina looked up, hearing gun shots that were coming from another man up on a rooftop, clearly he was attempting to shoot at Emma, given his angle. Looking over her shoulder, Regina shouted at one of her dogs, barking her order, which the canine came running to, hopping right on her back and climbing up the long stretched wall, it's fangs digging into the man on the rooftop, bringing him down.
The brunette stomped her foot against the man's arm, causing him to release her armed hand. Once again, Regina struck him in the face with the butt of her glock, her free hand digging inside the man's pocket, ejecting the now empty mag, snapping in the new one she retrieved from the man's pocket. Taking aim right at his head, she fired a single bullet.
Lastly, Emma fired another head shot against a man that she had previously had lying on the floor.
Both assassins panting as they met up with one another.
Regina shouted an order in Arabic, causing her dogs to meet with both of them, running past them. Her eyes on Emma, "Let's go."
Emma followed her wife's lead, two cars braking hard as they were soon spotted, which made both women aim their weapons and start firing the first rounds, killing all of the men driving the jeep, while the dogs jumped in through the rolled down windows of the other vehicle, snarling and biting down on both the screaming men that remained.
Emma shut one of the back passenger doors, climbing into the passenger side, while Regina climbed into the driver's side of the jeep. Her head looking out the rolled down window, while her hand banged on the door, barking her call to her dogs that immediately climbed into the jeep that the brunette didn't waste anymore time driving away in.