AN: One, two, three... FIGHT SCENE!

I've waited for this... I've prepared for this... now, it is time.

P.s. Simple is not in my vocabulary. Also, sorry if this took a long time. First I had writer's block, then my computer froze, and then half of the chapter didn't save, which depressed me so I didn't write for a bit. But here it is! Gonna try a first person's POV!

Skipper's POV:

I think I'd rather be scared than bored. I've been bored for nearly two months while we were in hiding, and I hated it. When you're scared, you know you're alive. Your head goes dizzy and suddenly the past, present, or future don't matter. There is only survival. Your heart starts pounding faster, and you can feel the intensely every time it pumps blood through your veins. It's exhilerating. Bordeum is the complete opposite. Time passes faster, and you missout moments in your life. Maybe I'm used to feeling scared. To feeling adrenaline. If danger's a drug, then I'm hooked.

I admit, I was even a little bit glad that Assana had come back into our lives. It meant more action, more adrenaline, and less living without really living. And besides, I think I'd go insane if I had to explain humor in movies to Kowalski again. I felt... well I'm not sure. I hesitated for a moment when Assana left calmly. Quite honestly, I don't know exactly how to react when a woman who I haven't seen for months tells me that I'm going to die. After my slight hesitation, we bolted out of the room, and began running down the hallway leading outside. We knew we would find Assana. We didn't know what else though. I wonder if our hesitation might have cost us our lives.

Rico was behind me. And he was far from graceful. Even though my blood was starting to pound in my ears, I could still hear his feet slam on the concrete floor of the motel. I briefly thought that how you walk could tell things about someones personality. Rico was... well, he was a neutral looker. Is that a thing? I don't know. Rico isn't good looking, but he isn't bad looking either. His face had it's scar near his mouth, which could make him look pretty badass, but then the rest of his skin was blotchy and had tiny little scars pelted in, too. His hair wasn't bad. It was black, like mine, and usually always had a weird cowlick that could never come down. He was really muscular. Maybe even more than me. I one time had an arm wrestling match with him. Well... long story short I'm very competitive, and don't like to lose. Rico couldn't go on missions for a week while his injuries healed. I've known Rico most of my life. Even so, I wouldn't call him my best friend. We agreed on most things, but what most people don't know is that we fought a lot. So, no, not best friends. Definitely not. More like brothers.

...Maybe half brothers.

Private was on my left. He kind of looked like a grasshopper, all fragile and small and thin. Almost as if he would be blown over by a small breeze. People who thought that didn't know him at all. Well, okay, even I forget sometimes. He's just really small and muscular. Despite what most people think, Private has been hunting and learning survival for years. His talent with a bow proves that. When we first met him, although I hate to discuss it, he beat all of us in shooting arrows in probably less than ten seconds. To be honest, but if anybody mentions it, I'll deny it, he actually beat me with his back turned from the target. He was that good. If he wasn't in this team, I'm sure he'd be an archery champion. He was also absolutely gorgeous. He was that good looking that I don't even feel awkward saying it anymore. He has a certain class that none of us can master. I think he knows. There was something self conscious about him whenever he stepped like a swan, the way his feet just need to brush the ground to propel himself forward. Or how even when he was drenched with sweat and has been hiking for hours, your clothes and body was always more gross than his. Or how he was the only person I knew that could wear white while digging in mud, without a single spot getting on him. Or how dirt could not stick to him, no matter how hard it tried. So, yeah, I think he knew; and he loved it. I can tell.

His real name is Felix Young. Just saying.

Kowalski was on my right. Geez, he was like a ghost. At least I could hear Private's footsteps. If I couldn't hear his breathing, or see him, I would think he wasn't here. I think Kowalski was the fencer of the team. In any argument, he was always on both sides. Couldn't decide who was right. I think he was more sure about facts than opinions. Which is strange because no one cares. I hardly passed school. So I don't know, or care, which elements combine to make whatever. Or how to write the equation. I gave up on equations after letters began to become involved. My first impression of Kowalski, was that I had to beat him up. Well, I did, but I had no idea at the time that he was gonna be part of my team. What an first introduction I made. I still don't think he forgave me for it. He could be good looking- if he tried. Not actor or model looking like Private, but enough. His hair was a shade of darkest brown, which I just learned this year. It usually looked pretty matted. But sometimes he would sleek it back with a bit too much gel. He wore contacts sometimes, but when he was casual, he was wearing his glasses. He was such a nerd too! There is one day in the year, that he would watch every Star Wars movie, in a row. For like fourteen hours, he'll just sit in front of the TV, dressed in black as some character with a toy lightsaber by his side. Sometimes, in one movie he would quote every line. Not messing up once.

We were really good friends, believe it or not.

Finally, after my distractions, we were out the door. I expected some kind of army. Like maybe Assana had twenty people with shotguns aimed at us as soon as we stepped out. Instead, we saw three girls beside her in the small parking lot.. And they were dressed fairly attractive like. Winky face. The red haired one was glaring at the dirty blonde one, who was pointing at us and giggling hysterically. The blacked haired was giving us all death looks. The red head was armed head to toe with weapons. Two pistols in hand, a belt of grenades around he chest, and a dagger tied around her thigh. The blonde had a belt around her waist that had several different looking knives. It took me a second to realize that she was a knife thrower. Sometimes you can just tell. The black haired one had a shotgun I didn't recognize. I assumed that she was good at aiming i she only had one gun.

"Like my team, Skippy?" Assana asked. Her voice is so annoying. Does everything she say have to sound so... well, try to sound provocative? I can't even try to describe it.

I crossed my arms. "Yeah. Where'd you find them? A trash heap?" I answered.

It took a second after I said that for the blonde one to get pissed. Her eyes narrowed. You could probably have seen her body tense up in anger. She, as quick as ever, reached down to her belt, found a knife, and flung her arm over her head. She did those actions so fast I didn't fully process it until her arm was up. The blade caught on small amount of light from the moon, which directed the stream in my line of vision. That was the last I saw before I heard a tiny whizzing sound, and had realized she had thrown the knife.

And it was aimed for me.

I was helpless. It happened so fast. My arms were still crossed around my chest. I still had my two pistols in my hand, but what good would that do? Besides, I knew for a fact that I wouldn't be able to shoot before that knife hit me. I couldn't even move before that knife hit me. Well, I probably could shoot it or something if I had been expecting it. But I hadn't. I have slow reaction time. Well, may as well look cool and fearless while it happened. My arms stayed crossed, like I could do anything else, and I glared at the knife. As if it was going to drop just by my stare.

Then, something else that I couldn't really process happened. An arrow flew past my left ear. As soon as I heard it, I could just tell that it was expertly aimed in a matter of seconds. It was just a feeling. And it was right. The arrow was angled, and it didn't hit the tip of the knife's blade, instead it hit the beginning of the little handle of the knife. The knife was ricocheted down to the ground. But the arrow, however, had hit the knife in just the perfect place and angle. The arrow kept flying, now only slightly turned. And it was heading straight at Assana.

I knew who had shot the arrow. Kowalski had gasped slightly behind me when the arrow had dropped the knife and was now aimed for someone else, in those five seconds it took. Which just confirmed my theory that all of our admirations of Private had just grown ten times bigger.

And then, everything went to hell. Assana had amazing reaction time. Her hot pink painted handgun was out instantly, and she dove to the ground before the arrow got halfway towards her. While she was laying there, her gun barrel lifted and was pointed at me. My own guns had lifted and the two of us were sizing each other up, wondering what the best move was. The dirty blonde one had gotten another knife from her belt. After a quick glance, I knew that she was now aiming for Private, not me. After three years fighting alongside my team, I could tell exactly what Private was doing. His arm would be up, the bow string pulled back to his chin, with an arrow ready to be shot. His other arm would be completely straight, ready for the arrow to fly. Arrows versus knives. I had a feeling that was the battle I would be missing while I fought with Assana. Kowalski had ran a little ways, I think to the end of the parking lot. The black haired one had raced after him, all in a matter of seconds. I decided that I should expect shots coming from over there. Rico and the red head were really the only ones fighting at the moment. The girl had toppled onto him the moment Assana had dropped to the ground. She had dropped her two pistols she was holding, and they were lying in the middle between me and Assana. It didn't look like the red head needed them. Rico was struggling under her. When I saw that I had a wave of fear. The girl was reaching over to her thigh to the dagger that was tied around it. She was going to stab Rico.

This had all happened in maybe thirty seconds. It must have been planned. The team's actions were just too organized. Too offensive. Too played out. Something was wrong. I just knew it. If we stayed here, I'm sure we'd be dead or seriously injured in about five or ten minutes. Something was also wrong with the way Assana was acting.

We had to get out of here.

I dropped my guns slowly. Private was still on my left. I saw his muscles in his arm were shifting and tensing that he was about to shoot. He saw my eye. His body didn't even twitch, but I knew he was hesitant as well.

When I was younger, my father and I worked on our family farm everyday. It was a dairy farm, but we did have a chicken coop, and we kept the cows a few acres away from the house because the smell was so bad. So in between our house and the cows, we had like a mini forest. It really wasn't much, just maybe four acres, but it was enough to have little critters in there. Looking back, it wasn't that good of an idea, because wild animals would get under the fences, and skunks were always digging under the chicken coop and killing the chicks and stinking up the place. One time a wondering wolf killed a calf. I found the corpse just outside the fence. It was no wonder the farm didn't stay in business that long. I blame my grandfather, who my father inherited the place from.

Anyway, sometimes on a break I would go into that mini forest to explore. There wasn't really anything dangerous except a few foxes which my dad shot if they were ever a problem, or if there were just a lot. I remember this one time I went out there, and a small group of foxes, maybe three or four, were planning. By the looks of them they hadn't eaten in a few days, so they were probably desperate for food. There was actually a herd like thing of rabbits in a small clearing with a stream when I found them. Just one look at the foxes I could tell that they wanted all of those rabbits, and the gears in their brains were figuring out how to do it.

Eventually, one of the foxes just casually walked into the clearing. I expected all the rabbits to run immediately, but they just stayed put. The fox didn't even look at any of them, it just went straight for the stream. When it stopped for a drink, it was so close to one of things that I thought 'yup, your plan was stupid and now it's over'. But the rabbit just stayed there, like it didn't notice it. The fox stayed there for about an hour I think. Yeah, that long waiting when it could just get one or two, same with the others. The rabbits were even getting used to it. They got nearer, and the fox didn't acknowledge their existence. Eventually, the rabbits got really close, and suddenly the fox whipped its head and sunk its teeth into the closest rabbit's neck. Instantly, the other things tried to flee, but they were all too close to the first fox, because the other three or two foxes closed in instantly. They had trapped the pests in a horrible killing circle. They had killed every rabbit, with maybe one or two getting away. It was the oat bizarre, crazy thing I've ever seen foxes do. I researched them after, and they don't normally attack in herds. And I'm sure they didn't do anything like that. It was so odd.

This was what was happening. My team and I were the rabbits, these girls were the foxes. Assana had stumbled in so casually. We got closer; like by following her outside. Then, the foxes revealed their true plan. They had us in an impossible situation. No escape. We had one shot to get out, or we'd be stuck in a killing circle.

Still, Assana could have taken her shot at my right now... unless I was missing something...

"Retreat!" I yelled as loudly as I could, backing away slower. I heard a gunshot while I said it. "Retreat!" I repeated, turning my back and running down the driveway. When I turned, I saw Kowalski and the black haired girl. I think he had knocked her down, because she was on her back. Her shotgun was on the ground, but her hand was attacking the ground basically, ready to pick it up. Kowalski wasn't holding his guns. I wasn't paying attention too much to see where they were. That's one thing I've never really mentioned about Kowalski. When it comes down to it, he really is a good fighter. I think it comes naturally to him. I just don't notice or realize it that much sometimes.

The black haired girl hands were getting very close to her shotgun now. A few seconds, and Kowalski could have his head blown. Without thinking, I pushed myself further. My hearts was racing. I think I just confirmed my theories of being an adrenaline junkie. Because I loved it.

I loved the thought of one of my best friends getting his face shot.

I was next to the girl as soon as her hand touched the butt of the shotgun. Now or never. I stopped, and used my momentum of my run to turn my body slightly to the side. I kept my left foot out, and kicked with all the strength I could muster into my foot in one millisecond. Which apparently was pretty far. Rico, who I just realized had retreated as well, nearly tripped over the sliding shotgun on the asphalt.

"Retreat!" I yelled one more time.

I leapt over the girl. She was scowling at me. I have a brief memory of smirking when my feet touched the ground. Rico was one the right side of me, Kowalski the left, and Private was in the back, probably fending off flying knives and the girls aiming guns with his arrows.

I don't know why, but something just tells me we are in for a wild night.

...is it bad that I'm excited? I feel almost ashamed to say that. Should I?

AN: Oh my gosh. 3000 words...ugh.

So, remember my thoughts with Private being a sharpshooter? I just realized his whole Mr. Tux thing is a perfect example. Same with the ending to the mask of the racoon. Are the writers doing that purposely? If someone could magically ask, that would be amazing.

Also, I forget who reviewed this, but it was a person saying that he/she noticed a few things about Kowalski that I had COMPLETELY missed. And they so obvious too. So, I'm sorry person and hope I made up for it in the last bit here. By the way everyone, I've been like analyzing a lot of episodes, and I've noticed quite a few things about the penguins fighting style. Try and guess!