Extend the Story - Add a Room

The shadowy figures sit beside a crumpled bush, sharing a blunt talking, whilst watching you carefully. They all wear identical red hoods, with some kind of Emblem which you presume represents their gang. They all get to their feet as you approach them, all in a posturised formation, side by side, others behind them. They all flick out long swiss army knives, one brings out a pistol.

They stand in combat stances, prepared to stab, jab, then leave, that's the assumption you make, you observe their movements, already predicting their first moves when they strike, you know they're not going to slice, their going to stab your stomach, face or leg, or everywhere, you don't know precisely. You begin backing away as they begin walking towards you. Your eyes dart from one member to the next, watching their equal movements, and counting them. There are 8 members here, Versus you. You've wisely carried your Berreta M9, a short-recoil, semi-automatic, double-action pistol, using a 15-round box magazine, cleverly designed and durable, that can survive harsh enviroments. You've also brought along your trusty whip, as a safety precaution, just in case your pistol happens to go missing.


"What are you afraid of? Pussy!" One in the back sneers, loud and clear. You ignore this remark, then think about your next move, a pistol could possibly alert the authorities, because of the public, you should have used your silencer, but it doesn't matter now. At least you have a chance of escaping here, alive.


What DO you attempt,/use, anyway?

Hand-to-Hand Combat.