"Where's your knife?!" You marched up to Swan and demanded the switchblade he packed with him.

Swan didn't vocally respond, he dung into the outside pocket on his vest and handed you the knife that he had packed. You took the knife from Swan and headed back to Luther who had stood himself up with a wobble and his revolver in his hand pointing at you.

"Y-you're dead, both of you..." Luther aimed and fired in your direction.

You dodged out of the way before Luther fired, you knew it was coming so you had a head start. Swan was still behind you correcting his sandy vision which was getting better, you just hoped that the bullet missed him.

As you jumped to the side of the gunfire, you did something you had never tried before. It could have ended terribly, but you did your actions so fast without thinking it through.

You launched the Switchblade at Luther without thinking of the consequences, but it sure as shit felt good. It felt like the thrill you'd get out of a western duel back in 1899 and it turned out to be one of the best moves you could have made in a fight. The knife stabbed its way through Luther's forearm and it disarmed him. Luther dropped the gun and he dropped himself down to the sand with a scream, holding his wound.

Luther kept hold of his bleeding arm and the knife that was lodged in there, you had caught him perfectly. Maybe hitting a vein and or an artery, with how blood soaked through his hoodie and began to seep through his fingers. You could tell you had damaged something inside of him with how much he was bleeding. You knew that Luther wasn't stupid enough to pull the knife out himself, but you weren't.

You were enjoying watching him, you were enjoying watching him whimper in still pain. You laughed at his cowering dog like body language and you wanted it to last longer since he wasn't going to.

Swan finished clearing his eyesight from the sand thrown in his face, he was left with a bit of soreness, but he wasn't temporarily blinded or itching now. Swan watched you from a distance and knew that you were getting the revenge you deserved. The new Warlord felt good knowing that he had helped you accomplish one of your goals and he knew that Cleon would have been proud.

As you stepped over to Luther curling down, he gave you a look that was hard to read. You could tell that Luther had fear in his eyes, he was terrified. His face said differently, he was frustrated and hated that he was cornered. Deep down, the two of you knew that this was the end for him. You pulled the knife from Luther's arm and found his flinch and pained moan satisfying, even when you wiped the blood off in his hair, it felt powerful, you felt like you were in control now.

"What does it feel like to be so scared that you can't move?" You asked as you pocketed the knife in your back pocket.

Luther didn't respond, he didn't even look at you, he remained as a shivering statue holding his arm.

"It's awful... Isn't it?" You smiled just like Luther did to you when he cornered you.

"It hurts... Doesn't it?" You checked the ammunition inside of Luther's gun.

There was one bullet left.

BANG!

You shot the gun with zero hesitation in Luther's presence. You had nothing else to say to him and he had no more to say or do to you. After an overlong cliff-hanging ride, it was all over. The bullet shot through the side of Luther's head, directly in his temple, killing him instantly. He was dead before he hit the ground. A weight was taken off your chest and you felt like you could breathe without living trepidation. The physical sight of seeing that he was gone, felt so dynamic and redoubtable. Swan stuck to his promise and you knew you'd struggle to repay him that.

Everyone stopped what they were doing at the sound of the gunfire and turned their heads to where the shot came from.

Some Rouges had been wasted and no Warriors was down which was what Swan wanted to see. It showed that no Warrior could be wasted, even by one of the most aggressive gangs in the state.

Even though no Warrior had been wasted, it didn't mean that they hadn't had a rough time during the riot. Vermin was caught in a headlock by Cropsey. Snowball had a few burns up his arms from his own molotovs. Then D-Train was holding up a Rouge from behind whilst Cowboy was swinging baseball shots at his stomach.

Your back was on everyone whilst there was silence. You weren't ready to turn around and see what had come of this beach rumble.

It was awkward silence for a while, no one was saying anything and the fighting had stopped. Everyone had caught the gist that you had killed Luther. The gun was still in your hand and his body was lying to your right completely lifeless. The Rouges were now truly nothing, they had no leader.

"Swan?" You exhaled and dropped Luther's gun. "Yeah?" Swan responded and walked over to you. "Remember that night when we first met and I refused to go to the hospital?" You reminded him. "I mean... That wasn't the first time we met, but sure." Swan shrugged and tried to hold your hand. "It wasn't?" You squinted your eyes in confusion. "Never mind, carry on." Swan shrugged off the first time you truly met, getting you to continue. "Well, I'd like to go now." You admitted and turned around to see every Rouge and Warrior eyeing up a new gang from uphill.

"RIFFS!" A man called from the top of the hill.

"YEAH, RIGHT!" The other Gramercy Riffs chanted lifting their weapons up in the air.

"Ohh fuck..." You gulped thinking that the Riff had come for you. "I'll handle this." Swan took your hand and walked you along the sand.

The Warriors and Rouges separated themselves to each side of the beach. All Warriors on the left and all alive functioning Rouges on the right. As for the Riffs, they were led down to the beach by their new Warlord, Masai.

There were maybe a hundred of the Riffs. All heavy, all muscular and all mixed raced. A group of intimidating Black, White, Hispanic and Asian men were there. These guys were a bunch of heavy men, not to be toyed with. They had proper weapons packed, not just some cheap scummy crap you'd find at the dollar store. They meant business, they even wore the same gear, just formal plain jet black gear.

It made you think for a second, why weren't the Gramercy Riffs wearing their traditional orange gang colours? Maybe out of respect for being on Warrior turf? To maybe intimate you?

Masai squared up to Swan with his shades covering his eyes and he towered over the both of you. This was one jacked up Warlord.

"You still looking for us?" Swan asked with a casual face. "We found what we're looking for." Masai responded and looked at where Luther laid.

"Did you do this?" Masai questioned you. "I shot him... But I didn't shoot Cyrus." You honestly answered. "You Warriors are good. Real good." Masai complimented you and Swan. "The best." Swan added. "The rest is ours." Masai nodded and cleared the path for you and The Warriors to walk through un-harmed by respectful Riffs.

Swan let you go first and followed right behind you with Vermin, Cowboy, Rembrandt, Snow, Cochise and D-Train making their way through the path the Riffs made for you. The remaining Rouges watched you leave, but you stopped at a certain someone. You wanted to take advantage of the situation whilst they were still an existing gang.

"The keys to the hearse. Give them to me." You stopped and clicked your fingers in front of Cropsey. "I-I don't have them. Remember? I gave them to Luther before we came down here." Cropsey answered you with a small sutter. "Why?" You shook your head. "Ever since you left, Luther trusted no one with the car unless he was present." Cropsey honestly answered you.

"What do you want access to that ball of rust for?" Vermin asked giving his neck a little stretch. "Because I'm not walking to Manhattan which has the nearest ER. I'd rather drive myself and anyone else who wants to go." You explained your valid reason and took a detour back to Luther's lifeless body. "Yeah, alright." Vermin agreed and scurried along with you.

You went back to Luther's body with Swan and the other Warriors waiting not too far behind. In the background, you could hear the Riffs getting down to business. The Rouges were getting slaughtered by the Riffs and it was like music to your ears. The sound of them screaming and their bones snapping pleased you. Justice was being served to a bunch of cruel men who were getting what they deserved.

You searched all of Luther's pockets and you found the keys to the hearse as well as some money. Just two ten dollar notes and some coins. He wasn't going to be needing it.

He wasn't going to be needing that pretty golden chain that was around his neck either, so you took that too.

"What are you taking that for?" Swan crouched beside you and nudged Luther's head to see where you shot him. "I'm gonna sell it. It's not like he needs it. The least he could do is give me the money to cover the stitches I'm gonna need." You explained to Swan and pocketed the chain as well as the keys. "That makes sense... It's a nasty cut that too." Swan stood back on his feet and put your hair behind your ear to get a closer look. "He hit me with the grip of his gun back at the station, it bled like a bitch." You answered and gently touched the clotted cut. "It's all over now. Come on. We'll get you fixed up." Swan patted your back and reunited you with the rest of The Warriors as he casually wrapped an arm around your shoulders.