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Betrayal

Chapter 38

Rangers PoV

After a few minutes of dodging and blocking flimsy punches and kicks, some sanity returned to Tank. I let him land a kick on my thigh. I underestimated him. The kick was strong enough to drop me down and the following kick aimed at my head could have done serious damage.

Yes, that was what I wanted. I blocked the kick, grabbed the ankle, and twisted it, taking the bastard down. I could have ended it here and now, but there would be the fun in that. The Beast was unleashed.

I heard the gunfire and shared a short look with Nyx. The concern about my men in her eyes was the same as in mine. Yes she will take care of it. But more importantly I TRUST her to do so.

This moment of distraction cost me a hit to the jaw, but the pain was worth it. I let the Beast take over control.

I kicked and punched and threw. I snarled and growled and taunted my prey. I dodged and block and occasionally let a hit thru. I like to play with my prey before I kill it. Oh, this was so much better then training. No pulling punches. No restrains. No holds-barred.

I sucker punched the bastard in the gut quickly followed by a left jab and a right hook. I drew first blood. I roared in joy.

In the back of my head I was aware of the conversation, passed over the comm.-unit. I was aware how effective and totally controlling Nyx was and how easily my men accepted her lead. I was aware Echo was ambushed but took out three Tango´s and that Anderson arrived. But I let all this wash over me focusing only on my prey.

Suddenly I heard a disturbing tone of my mate. She was pleading. Why was my mate pleading with the prey? I had my prey at the neck ready to crush his nose with my knee; I stopped in my movement and looked up. Nyx stood with her back to me. I saw the top of a blond head, Anderson, the rest of him was blocked by Nyx from my sight. Next to him stood two figures I didn´t recognize from this distance. A second later the outstretched arms of Nyx move slightly and gunfire rang through the clearing. The men next to Anderson dropped down. My mate just killed two men without second thought and I fell in love with her all over again. Maybe that´s sick but it felt oh so glorious. I hammered the bastards face down on my knee with all my might and finished the move with a roundhouse kick catching him on the side of the head. The son of a bitch went down.

He was not dead, not even unconscious but noticeably rattled. I took a few steps back, giving him the chance to catch his breath. I wasn´t nearly done with him. Not after what I learned today. He is going to suffer before I send him to his maker. I drew my knife, time to up the stakes.

While I never let Tank out of my eyes completely I took the opportunity to watch my Babe.

"Just you and me now, Leland. There is no one to hide behind anymore." I heard her mocking him in my ear.

I didn´t heard what he said but her reply.

"They are on you, pussy. I gave them the chance to leave but you chose for them to stay. Now they have to live with the consequences, or rather not. This is war Leland if they aren´t up to it they should have stayed at home playing computer games." Fuck even through the comm. her icy tone send shiver down my spine, but not in a bad way. I always said I was sexually sick.

This time I heard his response.

"You are one sick bitch." He yelled. He threw his M-16 away and launched at Nyx.

Before he so much as touched her she let her guns drop and grabbed the approaching arm by the wrist. She turned to the side and kicked him once in the stomach and once in the face, and then she swiped his feet out from under him. He went down like a ton of bricks but she wasn´t done with him yet. Never letting the grip on his wrist go she turned him on the belly and twisted his arm behind his back grabbing him by the hair and smashing his head in the ground. Holy shit.

As much as I enjoy watching her beating the crap out of the sob I have my own sob to finish and he just got back on his feet again.

Nyx PoV

After a verbal exchange of niceties Leland attacked with a ferocious right punch. I grabbed his wrist and dropped him down with a swift series of kicks and turned him on his belly; twisted his arm on his back and smashed his face to the ground just for the hell of it.

I leaned forward, my whole weight on the knee which I had coincidently placed on his kidney, and snarled in his ear.

"That was pathetic."

I jumped off his back and picked up my guns and his M-16, disabled all three and threw the parts into the bushes. I shed my tactical harness with integrated Kevlar plates to have a better mobility. Leland might be stronger physically but I´m faster and more agile than he and I have the better technique. Leland was back on his feet, wiping away the blood on his face and acknowledged what I did.

"We will settle this once and for all, Leland. Just you and me." I said.

He nodded and spat,

"No weapons. I´ll rip you apart with my bare hands."

As an answer I took out my Sig P226 which I had stashed in the waistband at the small of my back. I even took out the baby Glock from the ankle holster and the knife I had in my right boot, disabled the guns, and threw everything in a wide arc into the bushes.

Leland did the same taking the two Berettas out of his tight holsters and a Revolver out of the ankle holster, disabled them and threw them away.

"Knife, Leland" I said. He grinned and took the Bowie-Knife out of its sheath on his belt. The Bowie joined the guns. Leland also took of his harness.

However I´m didn´t survived this long because I´m stupid and believe him so honorable to fight fair. I am very well aware that he still has at least one gun and a knife of some kind on him. And I didn´t disarm completely either. Hidden in two pockets of my long-sleeve were two small .22 pistols, one under each armpit. Further I have a throwing knife strapped on each arm, hidden by the sleeves and a stiletto in my left boot.

Leland began to circle me but I was having none of it. The time for playing games was over. I attacked.

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