“You got guts indian trying to jump me.” Drew mutters
I say nothing.
The car’s zoom by oblivious to what is going on.
“God, I hate bridges.” I thought “Nothing ever good comes from them. They get you in more trouble than they prevent.”
“But I like that in you. You surely know of my reputation.” He said
I had never heard of Drew. But I had seen him many times. The encounter with him was well planned.
“Let me just spit it out. I’m just arrogantly rambling now. I want to train you.” He spit out
I stopped walking; realizing the gun was no longer at my back.
I turned around.
To be greeted with a punch to the face.
“No one told you to turn around archer!” He shouted
I whipped out my combat knife instinctively.
The world seemed to be moving in slow motion.
Drew’s foot came like a flash towards my knife hand.
Knowing this move I lean back and meet his leg with my leg in mid-air.
Suspended in mid-air our legs hang forming an X.
Heel’s in front of each other’s faces.
“You in?” He says