WHIIISTTLE
The sound of whistling echoed behind Everlearn, but in that moment, he also swung out his walking cane, pointing backward even though he never turned.
His hair was blown chaotically around his head, and that was when he turned behind him.
Just behind him was The Boss, his outstretched fist now inches away from Everlearn's nose.
It wasn't that he had stopped; the tip of Everlearn's cane also hovered mere inches from his face, dangerously close to his nose.
A tense silence hung, and then the cane began quivering unstably, a reflection of Everlearn's shaking hand.
It fell to the ground just as his knee crashed down beside it.
DROOOOP!
DROOOOP!
Droplets of red blood floated down the corner of his lips, dropping onto the ground, and a glint crossed through The Boss's eyes as he took back his fist.
