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“Yeah, they say, join up with Ramon here, he’ll look after you. Let’s join forces with Ramon’s crew, pay them to protect you in here-”
“Right?” Ash said. “They all agree that would be best for the club?”
“Yeah, course.”
“Even… Shadow, he agree?”
Ramon winked. “Course, he was the architect of the scheme himself, get it done, Coyotes, he said…”
Ash smiled like a sly cat, still and silent. Spotting his dinner. Spotting his opportunity to pounce.
Ramon looked around to his cronies, encouraging them to nod and smile, too.
And then Ash made the strike.
He went straight for Ramon himself. A chop to the throat. Ramon, completely unprepared, was caught right in his Adam's apple, causing him to fall back, choking, gasping for breath. A bunch of other cronies rushed forward, compelled to defend their leader.
Ash stood confidently in the center of the ring, his opponents circled around him. He almost laughed. The four other men were surprised, maybe not expecting a blatant move against their leader at such an early stage. Ash didn’t care, he was determined to set a precedent, he was not to be intimidated or threatened. This was his bread and butter, he was confident with karate. He’d started as a kid, his parents wanting him to be well rounded but not into any of the more thuggish sports. He’d learned to play the piano and had been a boy scout, as well. Karate was the most useful.
The others rushed forward at the same time. Ash kicked off. Dodged out of the way like a mosquito, somehow always one step ahead of the fly swatter. Ash knew he could easily dodge their attacks and countered with swift strikes and kicks. It was automatic for him, like a dance, he knew the moves, he’d mastered the steps. He enjoyed the physicality, the exercise of doing something he was good at. One by one, the amateurs fell to the ground, unable to withstand the power and precision of Ash’s techniques. Thank fuck he’d learned karate, he thought.
The remaining fighters began to work together, trying to catch Ash off guard. But he was always one step ahead, anticipating their moves and neutralizing them with ease.
Finally, with a perfectly executed roundhouse kick, the last amateur fighter went down, defeated. Ash stood victorious, his breathing steady and his movements smooth. He looked back to see if Nix had seen.
Nix had, he was looking on, in fact he’d stood up. Ash smirked.
It was a one-sided fight, Ash was in complete control throughout, his opponents were no match for his skill and experience.
The guard rushed over. “Wow, kid, you are going down for this-”
Ash held up a palm, he would not tolerate this. Let this whole incident be a statement. He was not going to be fucking intimidated by anyone, guards, gangs, or anyone. “Oh, when I tell the warden how you were paid off by Ramon to bring me over defenseless and then you touched me-”
The guard had the wind knocked out of his sails. “I wasn’t, I didn’t-”
Ash pursed his lips and raised his jaw and the guard fell silent.
“It was just a play fight, right guys?”
Ramon glared pure hate up at Ash from where he sat, clasping his throat, but nodded once to the guard.
Fucking miracle, but Ash wasn’t going to get into any trouble for it.
Ash sauntered back across the yard, aware of a thousand eyes on him. The guard, Ramon’s other hangers-on. Other people, too.
“Isn’t that the MC biker?”
“Fuck, did you see how he fought?”
“Guards got nothing on him-”
“Ramon’s gonna be so pissed-”
He heard mutters as he walked back to Nix. Let them gossip and mumble. Let the rumors fly around about this. Ash was feeling smug as a fat cat banker who’d just had his annual bonus paid in.
Nix looked on, frowning, confused. “What the fuck-”
“Ramon’s gang tried to recruit me,” Ash explained nonchalantly.
