FYO!

Fyo vs Boston

EXT-HOME DEEPO-GARDEN CENTER-EVENING

(Fyo remains in battle stance, waiting for Boston, who's a good 12ft away from him to make the first move.)

(The staredown is soon interrupted when a stern Kayla walks past Fyo with slight nervousness showing.)

Fyo: (Dumbfounded) !?

Kayla: (Flustered) Why did you kill !?

Boston: The little witness who's been showing and telling, I knew should've dumped that body somewhere else.

Kayla: (Angry) Answer me!

(Boston lets his guard down, not worrying in the slightest since he's at a safe enough distance from Fyo doing anything to him.)

Boston: (Nonchalant) Not much to tell, honestly...

Boston: He was one of my suppliers that failed to pay up the goods, then he went soft on us and tried to skip town.

Boston: So like a bad nut, I had to toss him out.

(Hearing enough, and ready for action, Fyo grabs Kayla's and puts her behind him to guard her.)

Fyo: Blake, take Kayla and tell everyone inside to evacuate, NOW!

(Blake springs in and grabs Kayla's hand.

Blake: (Calm) Come on, I'll keep you safe.

(Blake and Kayla run toward the entrance, leaving Fyo and Boston alone.)

Fyo: Now it's just you and me.

Boston: I got no beef with you kid, I just want the tattletale.

Fyo: (Confused) Really?

Fyo: I thought you'd be pretty pissed considering the fact I stole your tech.

Boston: Yeah, sorta, but I got my money that night and when a buyer buys, it's none of my concern what happens to them afterward.

Boston: That's how my business works.

(Fyo shrugs and gives the "Fair enough" look.)

Boston: (Confused) So...we gonna have our hero vs villain fight or...

(Fyo darts off with incredible speed and swipes his sword at Boston, who blocks the first two swings with his metal gauntlets, then receives a kick to the midsection of his abdomen.)

(Boston now groggy takes a few steps back in pain.)

(Fyo prepares to finish him off with a strike from behind, but Boston quickly counters by joining his hands together, creating a purple forcefield.)

(Fyo's sword strike is repelled by the forcefield, knocking him off balance, followed by an energy blast to the chest from the palm of Boston's hand.)

Fyo: GAH!

(Fyo goes crashing into one of the garden shelves, knocking it down along with two others behind it.)

Boston: Whew!

Boston: (That was close, these ninjas are as dangerous as I've heard.)

INT-HOME DEEPOT-TOOL ISLE-EVENING

(Cut back to Blake and Kayla running through the near-empty store, when suddenly Kayla comes to a stop and lets go of Blake's hands.)

Kayla: (Gasp) Oh my god!

(Kayla runs over to the manager from earlier, with half her lower body covered in debris.)

Parsons: (Weakened) I'm fine, Hon, head to the exit, I'll be alright.

(Kayla refuses to leave and tries her best to get Parsons free from each bit of debris she can lift and throw aside.)

(Blake's not too sure what to do, thinking he should probably get help, but instead walks over to assist.)

Parsons: (Stern) Kayla...

Parsons: Go on, now, the paramedics should be on their way-

Kayla: (Agitated) , PLEASE...

(Kayla's eyes or rather an eye begins to well up, she's stressed, but doing her best to remain calm while getting her manager out, and Parson's can see it.)

Kayla: I don't want another death on my conscience today.

Parsons (Nods) All right... well, you'll get nowhere like this.

Blake: OH!

Blake: Forgot I have just the tool for this situation.

(Before Blake pulls out his weapons, they are confronted by two armed men dressed in armor similar to Boston's, only with a lot less padding.)

Goon2: Don't move!

Goon1: BOOM, BABY!

(Blake's not too concerned that he's outnumbered and cornered, coming off as more annoyed than anything else.)

Blake: (Annoyed) Ah...crap nuggets.

Meanwhile...

(Cut back to Fyo's side of the battle where he's seemingly unconscious lying on the garden shelf he crashed into.)

(Boston walks over to Fyo while twisting a knob on his cybernetic gauntlet to amp up the firepower.)

(The pained Fyo slowly raises his head glaring at Boston.)

Boston: A normal human would be dead or heavily injured from a range that close...

Boston: Props for taking it like a champ, but I can't let you live after that, see ya, buddy.

(Just as Boston begins to charge another energy blast to deliver the finishing blow,Fyo quickly raises up while he's sitting on the garden shelf and puts his hand up facing Boston.)

(Boston sees this as Fyo pleading for his life, but it might not be.)

Boston: Aw, now don't go making me go back on my praise, kid.

Boston: I commended you for your efforts, now you wanna plead n' beg?

Fyo: Gale...

Fyo: BUSTER!

(A large gust of wind burst from the palm of Fyo's hands, blowing Boston away to a nearby table, breaking through it.)

(The juju flytrap from earlier falls on his shoulder and begins to bite him, but he quickly reacts by swatting it away.)

(After Boston gets up, finds that Fyo has disappeared and left his sword.)

Elsewhere...

INT-PJ'S GARAGE-EVENING

(PJ, now dressed in plain clothes answers his phone.)

PJ: Hey, how's it lookin' on your end?

Fyo: (Phone) To be blunt, I'm fighting the dealer right now.

PJ: (Nonchalant) Oh, okay...

PJ: (Shocked) Wait, WHAT!?

(Cut back to Fyo, who's hiding behind another garden shelf.)

Fyo: Bro, listen!

Fyo: I have to concentrate, but can you tell me how to disrupt a forcefield?

PJ: (Phone) Forcefield?

Fyo: Yeah, you were right on the money, he's using some type of sonic amplifier on a pair of robot gloves or something.

Fyo: That, and he can shoot energy blast, so I'm dealing with a bootlegged Iron Man.

(Cut back to PJ, who frantically thinks fast for a solution to Fyo's problem.)

PJ: (Frantic) OK-OK!

PJ: Just aim for his gloves, use any kind of projectiles you got, should be an easy target.

(Cut back to Fyo.)

Fyo: Got it, thanks!

(Fyo pulls out a pair of throwing stars or shuriken from his back pouch.)

Fyo: (This better work.)

INT-HOME DEEPOT-TOOL ISLE-EVENING

(Blake stands his ground against the two goons and prepares to draw his weapon.)

Goon1: Don't try it, kid, we don't wanna hurt you.

Goon2: (Deadpan) I do.

Goon1: (Confused) Why?

Goon2: Cuz, man, I HATE kids, I don't want to kill em', but I'm sure as hell want to hurt him.

Goon1: And you wonder why Amanda left.

Goon2: Shut up, that's personal-

*WHACK*

(Goon2 gets whacked across the face, sending him flying against the wall, knocking him out.)

(Goon1 looks back at Blake in shock to see him wielding a large baseball bat 3 times to size and 3 times thicker than your average baseball bat.)

(Blake quickly reacts by dropping a smoke pellet, Goon1 then opens fire with a machine gun, which almost hits Kayla, but she takes cover.)

(Blinded by the smoke, Goon1 tries to escape, but gets hit in the stomach by Blake with his bat, making him back up and bend over in pain.)

(Coming in for the finisher, Blake slams his bat against the floor and balances his whole body on the end of the handle with one hand to deliver a heavy frontal kick to Goon1's nose and mouth.)

(The now stunned Goon1 gets knocked to the floor with a bloody nose.)

(As the smoke clears, Kayla and Parsons are speechless after seeing an 11-year old boy make quick work of two grown men.)

(Blake looks back at the two while striking a chilled pose with a smug look.)

Blake: (Smug) Hello, ninja.

To Be Continued...

Character Info 3-Kayla Pochowompa

Age-16

Likes- Animals, gymnastics, ice cream, stars, and mystery movies.

Dislikes- Terrorist, nosey people, her co-workers.

Hobbies- Reading mystery novels, talking to plants, and designing her own clothes.

Creation & Conception

Like with Fyo, this character also appeared in my dream, only she was Chinese.

I decided to make her Indian after reuniting with my Indian childhood friend with the same name after all these years.

Not much else to her, but she'll return again and be a little more useful next time.

Inspirations: Disney's Princess Jasmine, Cream the Rabbit, and Queen Padme Amadala (Star Wars).