[b] Enrique-The Cabin-El Perro De Infierno VS The Bowman [/b]

Enrique lowered his pistol and motioned for one of the Pack to take his place behind Daniel. The man came forward and Enrique stepped aside so he could aim his gun at Daniel's head. Enrique walked over to the hood of one of the trucks and set down his assault rifle, He waved Colton over. The boy walked over his eyes never leaving the scouts nearby. 

"You cant be fucking serious," Colton said staring down the enemy. 

Enrique pulled his pistol set the pistol on the hood of the truck and then unfastened his axe from his belt, he gingerly set it on the hood and then let out a chuckle. He pulled his knife out of its sheathe and tossed it on the hood. He removed his jacket and folded it setting it over his gear.

"Colton, if he wins, I want you to tell those hostages to run, then fight till the last man, assault them. Even if it means I die, and if they play dirty, you play smart. This is gonna end today one way or another."

Enrique walked towards the space between the scouts and the pack, he stretched out his shoulders and rolled them. He popped his knuckles then his neck.

"Gringo, I'm gonna enjoy knocking your skull into the fucking dirt, you are gonna suffer for what happened to her." Enrique said pure hatred in his voice, he continued walking so that he stopped in between the two groups, in front of Sylar. An arms distance away, staring him down with the cold dead eyes of a hungry dog ready for a meal. Sylar stared him down with intensity as well, Enrique initiated the combat. He dove forward his shoulder striking Sylar in the chest, Sylar managed to keep himself up and dug a downward elbow into Enrique's back, Enrique wrapped his arms around Sylar's stomach and lifted him up then brought him back down hard into the dirt. He pulled himself up just enough to throw a hard punch into Sylar's face. He saw blood spurt from his nose, Enrique laid another punch in as Sylar brought his knee into Enrique's ribs. 

"Fuck you!" Sylar said pushing himself up and putting a knee in the right side Enrique's ribs. Enrique coughed up some vomit and swore in Spanish. He brought himself so that he was up on his knees and then dropped a hard elbow into the side of Sylar's left knee cap. The joint bent inwards and Sylar fell over clutching his leg, Enrique stood and stomped the joint several times hearing bone splinter as the area around the joint began to bleed through the pants. Enrique smiled and threw up a fist into the air, he let out a warriors battle cry and looked towards the scouts.

"Look at your leader!" Enrique said with might in his voice, "I have broke him! And in this world the broken do not live!" 

Enrique turned back to Sylar and grabbed a nearby rock, he tossed it up in the air then caught it and repositioned it in his hand so that when he struck down its point would hit him in the head. Enrique knelt next to him and when Sylar brought his arm up in defense Enrique moved it aside with his left hand and brought the rock down hard in his right, the impact struck Sylar in the teeth, but he had no time to cry out before Enrique brought it down again this time on his right cheek caving it in. He brought it down a third time in the same place, this time knocking it far enough in the right eye fell out of socket, Enrique brought the rock down again and smashed the eye. Sylar let out a few loud gurgles but it wasnt enough to stop Enrique, he brought down the rock again smashing Sylar's nose in. Again. Again. Again. Again. Eventually Enrique was just slamming a rock into bloody bits of bones and flesh, Sylar had been gone for some time but Enrique kept slamming the rock down bloodying the dirt around him. He kept going until he got tired about 3 minutes later, he stood, and dropped the rock next to the puddle that was Sylars skull. He wiped his hands on Sylar's shirt and stood looking towards the scouts.

"Do as you were ordered, or my boys kill you like he would have you do to us." Enrique shouted his hands bloody, "I will personally grab my rifle and mow down all of you if you do not leave now. El Perro de infiernos esta suelto!" He said throwing his hands up in the air shouting into the sky. He walked back towards the truck and grabbed his rifle off the hood of the car and fired several rounds into the air. He sat there waiting, watching the scouts, his breathing was heavy and his heart pumped with speed.