Luca looked over, noticing Brock on the ground. There was a small group of people moving towards them from one end of the street. " Fetyu, we have to get Brock to a safe place" Luca jumped over to Brock, throwing one of Brock's arms over his own shoulder. He weighed a ton it seemed, but what was there to expect from a football player other than muscle. As much as Luca truly hated Brock, he had to give him some credit for trying. He pulled the knife out quickly.
Luca thought back to his defense classes, learning how to carry someone over 3 times your size and still move at your same speed. It was all about the mind. Luca grabbed Brocks arm and kicked a man beside him, trying to attack the wounded football jock." As much as i hate ya dude, your part of the team. I can't let you die on me here" Luca looked down the street, seeing that some of the people were backing off, the sight of their own comrades being hurled into building's and such placing fear in their hearts. As the most of them started running the other way, Luca signaled for Fetyu" Let's go find a building for shelter for the night, obviously this area isn't safe, lets head back outside the inner city for now." Luca pointed to a building higher then the others" That one will give us a good vantage point, lets make our way to it and bunker down for the night, Fetyu you're the leader so i don't expect you to follow me or what i say, just make sure no one follows us, and find out if anyone on the team can do medical stuff" Luca began rushing towards the building, going back the way they had came in.
Finally Luca reached the building, knowing the team was probably right behind him. He placed Brock's lifeless body up against a wall on the second floor and walked up the stairs. He checked most of the rooms on his way up. Finally at last he came to the top floor and a closed door. As he kicked it open he found a man sitting inside. At first the man through a knife at Luca, however Luca, using what he learned in speed tech and defense, dodged it and kicked the man back, knocking him over the rail of the balcony on the other side of the room. Seeing the room was clear, Luca casually shut the door behind him, walked out to the balcony, and stood by the rail, rubbing his shoulder where he had been carrying Brock. He stood there gazing out over the city hoping, that regardless how much he hated Brock, he wouldn't die. It had only been a small wound, there was no way he would die from it.