Brandon's plan was to get Tyler tired before he and the others stepped in. That was a sure fire way to win against him and it would also give him time to analyze Tyler's fighting style. So far his technique was unknown to him but the kicks and fists that Tyler was executing were accurate and fierce, there was no doubt about it.

After watching Tyler for a while now he could tell that he was getting frustrated.

'I think he's approaching his end,' Brandon thought to himself. But as he saw Tyler put his bag down and stretch his arms alittle more, he wasn't so sure an the next thing that happened didn't seem to make sense. Tyler moved faster than he did before, and hit harder than he did the first few times which just meant that he had been holding back.

'I need to get home before dinner! I have to finish this!' Tyler thought to myself as he ducked below a kick and tripped someone with a sweepkick of his own. It was safe to say that Tyler was no longer holding back. Several guys were on the floor writhing in pain as they held their broken arms and legs.

Some guys had brought along baseball bats but with their sloppy swings, they wouldn't even be able to hit a fly.

Duck, punch, dodge, kick. That was the pattern that Tyler was following. Someone was getting ready to swing a bat at him but before he could get a full swing in Tyler had grabbed it before punching him under the chin. The guy was forced to let the bat go as he felt his brain being racked left and right.

Now Tyler had a weapon of his own and though it was a bit heavy for him, it didn't slow him down one bit as he swept through the crowd swinging left and right and jabbing others in their gut.

Brandon couldn't believe his eyes, the crowd of twenty had been halved and their numbers were still falling at an alarming rate.

And thirty minutes later Tyler was standing with a baseball bat that was stained red with the blood of those that were lying on the ground around him. Others were moving but in pain while others weren't as they were unconscious, they only ones in a good condition were Brandon, Scott, Damian, Randy and Frank.

They all had sweat running down their foreheads, they had just watched what looked like a one sided battle and they were on the losing end of it. Brandon's brilliant plan had gone to shit and even they weren't sure if they could take him on even with their efforts combined. Tyler raised his bat towards them and they flinched at the simple motion.

Brandon's face was red with anger and embarrassment. Tyler smiled at him and that just made his blood boil further. He couldn't contain his anger and he dash forward toward Tyler. Tyler released the bat from his grip, if he was going to give this punk a beating then he would have preferred doing it with his bare hands.

"You think I'm a push over!?" Brandon shouted as he approached only reaching distance away from Tyler and sent a high kick aiming for the side of his head.

The attack was fast and unexpected for Tyler, he raised his left arm inorder to block but the attack was a lot stronger than he thought as it knocked him to the side. Brandon then stood and took a stance, one that Tyler instantly recognized as it was widely used in MMA, Muay Thai.

This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.

'Guess that's what gives him the confidence,' Tyler thought as his cells well charging up with an energy other than adrenaline. It was an energy that Tyler had experienced time and again but he always associated it with an adrenaline rush but never did it occur to him that it might have been sometimes else. Brandon made a left jab before stepping to the right and producing a right hook aiming for Tyler's ribs. Tyler managed to avoid the jab by moving his head to the side but right hook connected. Pain shot through his system but that didn't deter him from kicking Brandon in the foot just above his toes.

Brandon flinched back and Tyler took the opening to throw three punches in a series. One to the left side of his ribs, the other dead centre in the solar plexus and the last one to the throat.

Brandon had more fighting sense and he could tell that the blow to the throat would be fatal so he moved so that his shoulder would take the hit instead. Unbeknown to Tyler his instincts as well as the training that was engraved within his mind to kill was taking over and slowly his attacks were becoming deadly.

Brandon didn't even have the time to catch his breath as he was fully focused on either dodging and blocking the attacks from Tyler that were making Brandon's mind scream 'danger!' and he didn't, he couldn't, see any openings for him to counter. Simply put, Brandon was completely on the defensive. Originally he thought he might just have to wait until Tyler got exhausted with the series of attacks but that proved futile as Tyler's attacks didn't seem to lose strength and now his arms were feeling numb from all the blocking he had been doing so far.

"Is this real?" Frank muttered

"It's like I'm watching two monster fight," Damian pitched in. "Brandon has been toying with him for a while now when is he going going to get serious?" That was what most of them had in their minds. They misinterpreted Brandon being solely on the defensive as him simply toying with Tyler to get him riled up but it was the complete opposite.

"Is that what you guys think?" Scott scoffed as he was one of the few many that paid attention to fights closely .

"What do you mean?" Damian asked.

"If you look at it closely. Brandon is in a tight bind right now, he's been pushed to the point that he is barely able to put up a defensive wall but Tyler relentlessly attacking is the same as raming a boulder to that wall repeatedly…and eventually, that wall breaks"

Just as Scott finished his explanation, Brandon had reached his limit and now Tyler's punches were connecting with his face. From the left, right, top, bottom and the middle. The punches kept on coming.

"Pwease…," Brandon pleaded with his swollen lips. By now his nose was broken and blood was dripping continuously, both his eyes were dark moulds, his cheeks were swollen and his mouth was filled with his blood. Brandon no longer looked like his charming self. Tyler grabbed him by his hair and slammed him into the wall.

"You have caused unimaginable pain to my sister for many months!" Tyler said. "You have disturbed me when I was trying to go home in peace and you expect me to just be silent and let you off easily?".

"Loo…k I'm….sorry….I'm sorry!" Brandon cried as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"I should break you apart," Tyler whispered in his ear coldly, no emotion available in his voice. He was consumed by rage that he don't care what he did to Brandon. He could break every bone in his body make him scream at the top of his lungs before snapping his neck right there and then but suddenly Laura and aunt Carol came to his mind. If he did that then he'd lose the life he had just been given, he could already imagine the disappointment on their faces and the mere thought of it pained him.

"Pl…ease…I'll…stop…" Brandon continued to beg but he was in a passed out state.

Taking in deep breaths Tyler released his grip on his head and let Brandon drop on the ground. He picked up his bag and started walking toward the four other friends who were trembling uncontrollably.

"You come near me, my family and my friends again and I will make you regret it," Tyler said as he walked past them walking down the street where the lights were now illuminating with a bright yellow glow as the sun had fully set. It was