The Return of the Hades

Fight

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The underground parking lot echoed with the sounds of scraping boots and grunting men as the old man and gang leader dueled. Their weapons flashed in the dim halogen lights as each looked for an opening on the other.

The gang leader struck first, slashing wildly. But the old man was surprisingly nimble, dancing back just out of reach.

"Come on gramps, stand still!" The gang leader taunted. He lunged again, knife stabbing where the old man had been a moment before.

A small smile played at the corner of the old man's mouth. "You'll have to be faster than that, sonny," he goaded in return.

He parried the next attack, their blades meeting with a metallic ring. They pushed against each other, muscles straining. The gang leader was bigger and stronger, but the old man had experience and cunning on his side.

With a grunt, the old man twisted, throwing the gang leader off balance just long enough to slip away. A well-aimed boot to the back sent his opponent sprawling.

The watching gang