LogFAQs > #932102747

John Wick was tired, when was this going to stop. The organization had said if he wins this tournament he is out, free and clear, and they won't come after him anymore. He could settle down, get another dog, and retire.....permanently this time.

From what he heard, there were some big hitters in this tournament, but he really had no other option. He had his guns, his knives and was ready to take on anyone.

As John entered the Arena he saw a tall bald man across the way, John recognized him, this was the man known as Agent 47, and he was very dangerous. He was a hitman, but it was said he was enhanced, and more than human.

John didn't really know, but he figured a bullet would shut him up well enough so he ran forward pulling out his guns and shooting towards the agent.

Agent 47 was waiting for this, and also rushed forward pulling out guns and firing at John, a hail of bullets flew between them, and both were hit multiple times.

Both ran out of ammo before getting into close range and instead of reloading holstered their guns and charged at each other. John let out a cry of rage as he unleashed his fury apon the agent, hitting him repeatedly.

The agent meanwhile was calm, he did not seem to even be trying and the blows that did connect seemed to have little effect on him. This just angered John even more.

The agent pummeled John, breaking his jaw, and sending him realing away with blood gushing out of his mouth and nose. Johns eyes narrowed in pain and anger, this man was not human, nothing he did seemed to hurt him.

Fine, John backed up a bit and reloaded his guns, and the agent did the same. Maybe the agent could take more damage, but bullets still hurt him, he could see the wounds.

John started shooting while dodging and rolling around, the agent did likewise, both entered into a form of gunfoo, a martial arts gun dance that was beautiful to observe. Bullets hit and entered each of them repeatedly, until both were barely able to move, just aiming and firing, reloading and firing, until they both ran out of bullets all together.

Each had been shot many times, both had lethal wounds and could barely move. Agent 47 pulled out a knife and started to crawl/slide towards John.

John was already dying, he could barely see, his hearing was gone, and he was loosing blood fast, there was nothing left to him, but he did have one last card to play, as the agent finally approached, John pulled the pin out of a two grenades he had on his belt, pulled himself to a sitting position and at the last fell forward towards the agent, feeling the knife enter his heart just as the grenades exploded beneath them, tearing them both into pieces.

There was no winner. John rolled a 10 and the agent a 7, but the agent had a natural advantage as he had super human abilities (genetically enhanced) a faster healing rate and was as skills as John. Meanwhile John had the advantage of being JOHN FREAKING WICK.....but sadly in this case it was only enough to balance the scales and ensure he took his opponent out, not enough to come out alive himself.

As the crowd erupted at the results a bunch of long sad howls could be heard from around the city. John would be missed, if only by the dogs.

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