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As Second Man’s hands lift with the new trajectory of his weapon, Hans lifts his own arms as a follow-through.
Second Man takes a step back to catch himself, and Hans keeps his momentum, swinging the sword all the way up and then back down at his side.
It’s so fast. So pretty.
And then Hans twists his wrists again, changing his grip so the blade is pointed directly at Second Man.
Without a single hesitation, Hans thrusts his sword forward, straight through Second Man’s chest.
I’m practically on top of the workbench now. Breathing heavy.
I just watched a sword fight!
Hans uses his sword like a toothpick in a grape and maneuvers Second Man so he’s standing with his back to the stairs. But from the way the man is slumped, I think Hans is supporting his weight.
With a shove, Hans sends the man falling backward down the stairs, but he doesn’t release the sword, so it slides free from the man’s body as he falls away.
The thud of the body tumbling down the stairs is loud in the speakers.
Hans kicks the basement door shut, with him still on the other side of it.
I find the screen showing the street, but everything is the same. The driver is still sitting there, head bobbing slightly like he’s listening to music. And I can’t see any signs suggesting where those other two guys are in my house.
I kinda hope Hans kills them too. And not just because they work for that human trafficker asshole, but because they’re going through my things. I won’t be able to wear any of my clothes again, not knowing what they touched. Or use my dishes. I’ll have to freaking burn it all. And that pisses me off.
In the living room, Hans drops to his knees next to the coffee table.
He reaches underneath it, doing something, and then a piece of wood in the center of the table flips open.
Hans lifts the newly revealed rifle from its hiding place.
“Well, that’s clever.”
From his knees, Hans rolls himself over his shoulder in a move I’ve only seen in movies, ending up back on his knees next to the big window on the front of the house.
With one hand, he unlocks the window and slides the pane up. Giving himself just enough room to set the barrel on the windowsill.
I can’t stop my smile.
He’s about to sniper the shit out of those other guys.
Hans lifts something small and black to his mouth.
His voice is low when he speaks, sounding a little off. “You guys are gonna want to see this.”
He drops the black thing, some kind of walkie-talkie he must’ve grabbed off the first dead guy, and lowers his eye to the scope.
It really was the smartest thing to say. Gets the curiosity of the other guys without alarming them.
My front door is hanging open, broken, and my eyes are on it when both men step into view, preparing to walk out of the house at the same time.
The leading man is one step away from the threshold when his head snaps back and red mist fills the doorway.
The man behind him freezes for one second, then turns to dive back into the house.
But Hans is quicker.
A second crack of gunfire fills the speakers while the last man falls to the floor, lifeless.
