Jack looked like heâ€™d sprouted since Eric had last seen him and there was more muscle than he remembered. This was not going to be as easy as when they were younger. Nodding at Ryanâ€™s words he slowly stood and looked Jack square in the eye. Any part of him that had been military was washed away the moment Ryan acknowledged the rules. He nodded his head to confirm what Ryan had said, Jack did the same. There was an understanding between them no one but those whoâ€™d fought on the streets could know. â€œHere we go again.â€ Eric muttered as Jack moved forward first left fist poised at his head.<br/><br/>Shifting he feigned to the left confusing Jack for a moment until he actually punched him on the tender part of his side. Stumbling Jack quickly regained his senses and turned faster than Eric expected. He heard a crack as a rib broke from the force. Yep, not like when they were younger. He coughed but did not give into the pain, to give in meant death. Remembering all those other times before he dodged, weaved and got some good hits in when Jack left himself open.  After that one hit to his ribs Eric was making sure he moved fast and hard.<br/><br/>A few more blows and Jack had him in a hold. This is going to hurt like hell. He thought dislocating his shoulder to gain extra movement before slipping away. Breathing heavily he held his limp shoulder and glared at Jack who was now laughing like a maniac. Heâ€™s completely lost it. Eric thought noting the men outside the fight zone were growing in number. Pretty soon it would get to be chaos, heâ€™d seen it before. He really hoped Ryan would be able to keep them in check. He heard bets being called out and shouts of encouragement to Jack. What shocked Eric some were a few of the shouts were from Ryanâ€™s gang members, and they were cheering him on.<br/><br/>Jack charged him and Eric smiled, Perfect. He thought side stepping at the last moment to let Jack just graze his shoulder. Using the momentum of the charge and his knowledge of putting his shoulder back into place Eric fixed his limp arm problem. Rolling it a few times he backed up watching Jack circle him looking for an opening. Thinking he found one he moved in again, slowly this time. Eric had seen this trick before with Jack, it amazed him how little the man had changed. He still fought the same whereas Eric was never one to do the same trick twice.<br/><br/>Smirking Eric put his hands in his pockets again which made Jack pause for just a second. That was the opening Eric needed. Moving as fast as he could Eric threw punches, kicks, and elbows at as many of Jackâ€™s tender spots as he could, pushing him back until heâ€™d had enough and threw a kick which sent Eric sprawling to the ground gasping for breath. A few more broken ribs he guest and perhaps more. His body hurt but he tried to get up anyway. Jackâ€™s foot is what stopped him. Feeling the pressure on his chest he stared up at a half crazed Jack and winced as the pressure increased. That bastard actually thought heâ€™d won already.<br/><br/>Neither of them had drawn any form of weapon. Eric hadnâ€™t because he didnâ€™t want to be that guy who wussed out and drew first. Once the fight was in full swing or when it seemed like it was all over, then the weapons could be introduced. It was an unspoken truce each street fighter had. Reaching behind his back Jack pulled out a scary looking hunterâ€™s knife. Keeping calm Eric watched the blade making a show of being scared of it. To anyone who knew anything about a veteran street fighter, it was they never went down looking like sissies. Jack had forgotten that and grinned like made at the look on Ericâ€™s face. Slipping a hand into a hidden compartment he grabbed a throwing knife, making it look as if he were trying to get away.<br/><br/>The moment Eric saw that knife in Jackâ€™s hand arch downward to him he pulled out his own and cut open Jackâ€™s Achilles tendon. Crying out Jack backed up only to find Eric was already on his feet and running him through with the throwing knife, right in the neck. Drained Eric dropped the knife in his hands and looked around at the circle of spectators. The look on his face was one heâ€™d worn many times before, cold, unyielding, and defiant. The old Eric from the street days had returned but only for a second until he spotted Ryan. Eric nodded his head to him and tried to take a step forward but his legs refused to hold him up. Adrenaline gone he felt the pain and it was killer. The last thing he remembered was a cheering crowd and the hard ground before slipping into the sweet pool of blackness.