The dog really knows what to do, huh? 

This really wasn't the situation to joke around about, but it made him feel a bit better, at least. The man didn't even have time to turn around and grab his model tennis ball before it was upon him. 

It pounced, paws landing on his chest, trying to push him onto the ground. That would be easier for it, as it could give the dog better leverage to tear Ryoma's throat out. 

But, it would be soon disappointed, as he had muscles too, and he was prepared to be disarmed. (While Ryoma did have a gun on him, the dog had inadvertently attacked at an angle that made grabbing it virtually impossible.) It pushed him down into a sitting position, the pit bull's efforts not entirely wasted. 

Its paws slipped down from his chest onto his torso, so he took the chance to wrestle it into a one-armed headlock. The tennis player had made one mistake, though-- the dog was facing towards him, instead of facing outwards. So, they were face-to-face. 

He held tight. The dog reared its head backwards, choking due to the pressure of both his arm and the chain being pressed tight against its neck. 

Its owner looked on, a smug look painted across her face. From the looks of it, it seemed she was pretty sure her dog would win the fight. 

The creature in question was really fighting, legs kicking and claws jabbing him in the side, grappling for purchase.  When it realized it couldn't get out of that grip so easily, it tried a different tactic. 

It lurched forward, tearing at the side of Ryoma's face, nearest his earring. He squirmed in surprise; now, he was the one trying to escape the fight. He almost felt like screaming in pain, if not for the fact that he would most likely alert more mafiosos. In that state, he let go of the dog, not realizing what he had done. 

Now recognizing that it had the advantage, the dog leapt at him once more. 

At this point, he was ready to give up and just let the dog kill him. Its strength was stunning, if he was being honest. If he continued fighting, he would probably sustain worse injuries than his face gash, ones that would hinder his mission. 

But, then, he thought of this dog possibly attacking Kirumi next. 

Ripping her throat out, her screams being silenced.. her stomach being disemboweled and his daughter being torn out, squirming and coughing as her head was crushed in its mouth.. 

His vision became completely covered with a curtain of red, the only thought being: Kill that motherfucker. 

At that exact moment, seeing Ryoma was distracted, the pit bull opened its mouth, blood-stained fangs aiming right for his jugular. 

Poor devil.

He drew his arm back, and with all the strength he had, socked the thing straight in the snout. It flew to the side, thrown by the force of the punch. It scrabbled for its footing on the tile, but slipped and fell on its side instead. It just laid there instead of continuing the fight, panting and licking its bloody, swollen nose. 

Seems the short man was victorious. 

 He walked over slowly and was about to check the total damage he had done to the dog, when he felt something slip out of his bag. He turned around, still keeping one eye on the beast. Ah, it was his tennis racket! 

He looked up to eye the woman, who now looked very, very distressed. Yet, she still stood there. He could kill her soon, but for now, he needed to make sure the dog was neutralized. He ambled over to it until he was standing right above the defeated creature. Then, he raised his foot, and stomped down as hard as he possibly could on the thing's neck. 

A loud snap reverberated throughout the room, the pit bull letting out a yelp. It was paralyzed now, and based on the location where its neck was broken, would die later. 

He felt sorry for it; it was probably once a family dog, torn from its home and trained to be this way. He was proud in a weird way, that it had put up such a good fight. His ma had told him to show all animals respect, so he said a quick prayer over its body despite his simultaneous rage towards it, and fully turned towards the owner.

Sweat fully running down his body like a waterfall and adrenaline pumping throughout his body, he picked up the bloodied sphere. The woman cowered against the corner, now fully aware that she was screwed. 

The dog was her only weapon? Heh, such a fuckin' coward. 

He raised his racket and threw the ball upwards. 

In those final moments before he killed her, he noticed the woman had pissed herself, rivulets of urine running down her legs and joining in puddles on the floor. 

With one last breath, he hit it as hard as he possibly could, the impact making a loud BAM! The strings of the racket almost gave under the collision, but held strong.

She barely had time to before it hit, tearing through the back of her head and pinning her against the wall. The marbled stone cracked behind her, shards falling and dust puffing up into the air. 

Her face and head barely looked human, now; it reminded him more of something from Stranger Things. 

He quietly meandered over to her disfigured body, jumping up and ignoring whatever else his hand rubbed against until the ball dislodged and came down with him. 

Inevitably, the noise had attracted more mafiosos, all of which were armed in one way or another. He stood in a defensive position, breathing heavily, ready to fight. 

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Kirumi was scared. 

It was a sad sight to see the usually composed woman so fearful. She had reason to be, though.

 She was tied up in a rather uncomfortable chair, hands behind her back and legs tied to the chair's legs. She would scream for help, if not for the big mafioso standing beside her. He was at least 6 feet tall and his muscles were bulging through his suit, as if they were going to rip through at any moment. The light of his cigar pulsed in the darkened room.

The smoke from it produced a disgusting smell, making her physically retch at the scent. 

She wished anyone, ANYONE, would come and get her, although she thought that was wishful thinking. 

She had been sitting there in that same spot for hours, her unborn infant having fallen asleep. The maid wondered where Ryoma was. He was probably at home- he should have returned from work several hours ago. Then, she had a thought: What if they took him too? 

When she had been forcefully kidnapped, she hadn't seen any of the men remain in the house, but she could've been mistaken. After all, her drugged state had rendered her unable to comprehend most things. Most of everything was just blurred smudges to her when that happened, anyways. 

She didn't hear the loud, booming noises at first, being a bit woozy. But, the mafioso certainly did. He perked up, and for a second, she thought she had seen a flicker of fear flash across his face. 

She could feel her baby startle, squirming wildly. In response she hummed to her, although it was low, as he would get angry if he heard her make a single noise. Her daughter settled at the comforting sound of her mother's voice. 

She looked back at the man that was guarding her, and quickly became confused at the state he was in. He was violently shaking, eyes widening in fright. Kirumi raised an eyebrow, until she heard another BAM! 

Hm? What is that noise?

Another, louder noise, came along, and she would've jumped, if not for the fact that she was heavily restrained. 

She heard another, way quieter sound next to her. 

"I-it's fuckin' Ryoma Hoshi..." 

Now SHE was the one to startle. Her husband, of all people? She was very tempted to ask about him, but she listened, instead. 

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!" The man shouted. "He's killin' all of us!!" 

She almost yelped in surprise. He was here now, and knew she was present as well? 

But, why are you killing them, dear? 

She heard loud rustles from the man behind her, and before she knew it, something cool pressed against her forehead. 

A gun. 

She would've covered her mouth with her hand in fear if she could move one.

 Kirumi desperately wanted to say something, anything. But, she couldn't, in fear that he would pull the trigger. 

He crouched down in front of her, still holding the gun, looking her straight in the eyes. 

"Nighty night, Mrs. Hoshi." 

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Kirumi felt nothing, not a thing, as her brains splattered against the wall behind her.