"F. FUCK OFF!"
With a burst of strength, Dexter managed to swat away Damian's club allowing him to take a montary breather. Using the opportunity, he imdiately retreated a few ters away.
He turned to look at Emon standing a distance away from him, "Idiot! Are you just going to stand there and do nothing?"
Getting stared daggers by Dexter, Emon could only shake his head. Deep inside he was already pretty annoyed. His enrage ter was almost at full by now. 'Can't you see that if I move, his companion will intercept ? Tsk!'
It was clear as day that the opposing party is stronger than Dexter. If he decided to move, he is confident that he would be able to fight toe to toe with Burge. However, what he was worried about is that if for an instance that Dexter will be defeated, he would be besieged by the two.
At that ti, Emon fully knew that he would be done for.
As he was pondering what should be his next move, Emon suddenly a small dot erged from one of the trees. The others also noticed it as they turned their heads at the sa ti in that direction.
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
It was a pigeon!
Adam's pigeon to be exact.
Seeing that, Emon retreated and jumped high in the air to catch the flying pigeon. There was a small piece of white clothing on the pigeon's tail. That piece of clothing was what Emon was aiming for.
"Stop him!"
Burge had a sudden foreboding feeling rose inside his heart after seeing Emon and Dexter's face lit up upon seeing the pigeon.
He shouted to let Damian know of the situation imdiately.
At the sa ti, he also rose to his feet and leaped up to the air, trying to hinder Emon while also aiming for the arriving pigeon.
No matter what was contained on that piece of clothing, they must absolutely stop the two from obtaining it.
He felt that things would change if ever the two manage to obtain it.
Damian heard Burge's scream from the distance, seeing the present situation, he instantly understood what that scread implied. He didn't waste any more ti as he also leaped to the air to intercept Emon.
However, it was at this mont that he felt a sudden grip on his legs.
"Where the fuck do you think you were going?"
"Stay here!" A wide smile surfaced on Dexter's tired face as he gripped Damian's legs tightly.
With a burst of strength, he pulled Damian back to the ground and smashed him towards it with all his strength.
A deafening sound echoed and reached everyone's ears as Damian's huge body collided with the ground.
A huge crack surfaced on the ground while Damian spouted a mouthful of blood from the impact.
Using Damian's body as the foothold, Dexter also leaped in the air, trying to catch the now flustered pigeon.
"Fuck… Off!!" Damian gritted his teeth as he endured the pain coursing through his body.
As he felt Dexter's foot weighing on his chest, Damian suddenly turned his body sideways in an attempt to throw Dexter off to the ground.
As a result, Dexter's center of gravity shifted, and without pretense, he fell to the ground face first.
As the impact from his fall resounded, another one was heard not far from them.
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
The flustered pigeon desperately flapped its wings in order to escape the pursuit of the two crazy n.
At the sa mont, the pigeon flapped its wings forcefully, two hands also overlapped and slapped each other as they missed the opportunity to grab the elusive pigeon. It was then followed by 'boom' as two bodies collided with each other before plumting to the ground like a dropped nuke.
Boom*
The pigeon dumbfoundedly stares at the two crazy humans sprawled on the ground. 'What the fuck is wrong with these two!'
anwhile, Emon and Burge also stared at the elusive pigeon that had escaped their grasp.
'Why are you trying to fly away from ? We are comrades, rember?'
'This pigeon is fat. It might taste good. I'll catch it before this guy and barbeque it along with that piece of cloth.'
Either way, the pigeon shivered to see the two crazy humans stare at it intently.
'What the fuck did I do wrong to you? I'm only a small pigeon that was tasked to co here with this piece of cloth in my feet, why are you two suddenly eyeing like that?'
One word then surfaced on the pigeon's small brain. 'Escape!'
With that, it flew away like a wild bird seeing its first human in the forest.
Seeing the pressing situation, Emon kicked Burge away as he got up from the ground. He then picked a stone the size of a fist.
He gripped the stone so tightly that it almost broke from his grip.
Emon arched his arm preparing to throw the fist-size stone towards the clueless flying pigeon.
Like a catapult, he stretched his arm all the way towards his back before releasing it.
Swoosh!
The stone flew like a bullet as it pierced the air arriving instantly beside the clueless pigeon. When the pigeon noticed the incoming stone, it was already late.
Bam!
An explosion of feathers occurred as the pigeon was hit cleanly on its body.
Emon smiled at his accuracy. He ran towards the falling pigeon but suddenly, a hand was able to grip his foot.
Dexter and Damian were still sprawling in the ground trying to get an advantage over the other.
Burge, who was kicked earlier, had his hand gripping on Emon's ankle. 'You're not going anywhere bitch!'
He pulled his hand inwardly, forcefully pulling Emon's feet along with it. He then used that mont to twist his body and give Emon a kick on the chest before running towards the falling pigeon.
The latter staggered back but he imdiately regained his footing afterward. He clicked his tongue in annoyance seeing Burge gaining the lead, still, he also followed suit towards the falling bird, adamant about getting the white cloth for himself.
anwhile, Dexter and Damian were still sprawling in the ground. Locking each other's hand like so wrestlers seen on TVs.
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