Fletcher Nix
The priest and his entourage passed by the group of rapidly dispersing Dragons.
"There is no need to fear the presence of god my friends. Come, if you want to hear the way to forgiveness."
He noticed a big man that the others were all trying to avoid the gaze of. He seemed to be the leader. the Wardens saw a new gang, but Fletcher saw a new business venture.
"You there, what is your name? Are you ready to receive the word of the Lord?"
Zulus
Bongani and Unathi were sitting face to face with one of the leaders of the Crips [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crips]. When the cataclysm pulled the rug out from under the old world American Government, the largest gang in the country, the Crips, became an anarchistic militia. They claimed the west coast of the United States for themselves, and they are still at war with the new governing body of the reformed USA. The Crips that are captured and sent to the pit as prisoners of war make up the Pit branch of the "gang". They were roughly the same size as the Impi, and they both needed each other.
Bongani had set a meeting with one of their "bosses" called Zig Zag. He was an extremely muscular black man, with biceps like a gorilla's and legs the size of pythons. His long hair was tied back into a ponytail and his messy beard covered his entire jaw.
"I hear you got a beef with dem jack boot crackers on the next level." Said Zig Zag. "I also hear you's some cold blooded niggas: got dis whole, 'African roots' thing going fo ya. I like what I hear."
He was looking at Unathi when he spoke, but he was also glancing at Bongani.
"I also hear that this mamasita to yo left is the boss." He said, finally looking at Bongani. "So, boss lady, what's the deal?"
Bongani spoke with cold authority. "We want you to help us go to war with the Arryans. They're strung out on meth and they are getting more and more violent. I would say we have about 2 weeks before they start attacking everyone who isn't white. We need to kill them first."
Unathi said nothing, but his eyes, like his mother's, showed no hope of mercy.
"Damn, talk about cold blooded. Any motherfucka callen dem self a nazi is as good as dead to us. But how do I know yall wont screw us? You aint the first niggas come to Crips thinkin they was hard. We gotta know this aint a trick."
Unathi spoke, "Then come see our camp."
Zig Zag thought for a moment before nodding slowly. "A'ight, Less go see what the Zulu can do."
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The warriors were training in the center of the camp when the small group of Crips were led in.
"+Everyone stand back. We have a demonstration.+" Unathi called out.
"Pick any of your men, and I will fight them." Bongani said, walking to the center of the circle drawn on the ground.
Zig Zag let out a stifled chuckle.
"You playin? Girl, I don't want you gettin hurt." Zig Zag responded.
"We both know you want to see what will happen, so let's stop talking and pick a man." Bongani said.
Zig Zag raised an eyebrow and tapped the shoulder of the man to his right. He was skinny with a wild look in his eye. It was apparent he had been a drug addict before he was thrown in the Pit and forced to detox.
He stepped forward with a strange urgency, and as soon as he entered the circle, he charged at Bongani like a wild animal.
She ducked down and swept his legs out from under him with a kick, causing him to crash down painfully onto his chest. She rolled over onto his back wrapping her legs around on of his,and her arms around this throat.
He began gagging violently and rolled over onto his back, putting his weight on her. He brought his elbow down into her ribs time and time again as he slowly faded into unconsciousness. When he went limp, She let him go and stood up. there was a stunned silence in the wake of the short fight.
"Well then-" she began. But before she could finish, the man sprung to his fee and tackled her, pummeling her with his fists. He got in several good shots before she managed to wrap her hands around his left wrist. With one sharp pull, his wrist broke with a painful crack.
He howled in pain as she tossed him off of her. She got on her feet and began savagely kicking his torso as he recoiled on the ground. When his howling subsided into whimpers, she stopped and dragged him out of the circle, leaving him on the ground.
"Damn girl. That was some tight shit. The Crips are in." Zig Zag said.
"That's good to hear." Bongani remarked casually.
"One more thing." Unathi interjected.
"I want to fight you." he said, pointing at Zig Zag.
Bongani's face showed no emotion as she continued looking into Zig Zag's eyes.
The two men were sizing each other up. Unathi's sleek toned form made him look like a living weapon, but he was at least 20-25 pounds lighter than Zig Zag in sheer muscle mass.
Various murmers of encouragement came from Zig Zag's posse, and then he took off his shirt and walked into the circle.
Bongani walked over to her son and put a hand on his shoulder before exiting the circle.
Zig Zag and Unathi stood face to face for a moment before Zig Zag connected with a wicked right-hook. Unathi caught his balance and wiped a bit of blood from his now split lip. They stood motionless for another moment before Unathi returned fire, smashing his elbow into Zig Zag's jaw. The monstrous crip leader was knocked down onto one knee as he watched one of his teeth fly out of his mouth.
He stood up, smiling a bloody smile.
"You are one cold blooded mothafucka." He said, shaking Unathi's hand. He was conceding. All his strength would mean nothing against the Zulu Prince.
