Guys Like Us: Chapter 2

--Minutes (but not many) in the past.--
"Catch me if you can English!" Dirk was off, sprinting through the forest that surrounded Jake's house, trying to avoid as many lusi as possible, but occasionally he would graze the tip of a tinkerbull's nose, or swish the tail of an Aurthour. Jake was keeping a good pace, considering how fast Dirk was actually going. Jake fired and Dirk dodged the bullet, but in doing so, his sword slashed through a tree. The tree began to fall, and Dirk stopped to move any lusi out from their certain death. This gave Jake time to catch up and tackle the blonde muscular man, wrestling him to the ground. They were both laughing and breathing hard as they struggled for dominance, trying to pin each other.
Somehow, Dirk's sword is dislodged from his hand and begins bouncing away. It's resilience is excellent, but Dirk can't let that thing endanger any of the lusi on the island. He. Just. Can't. Jake pauses to see what happened and Dirk quickly pushes him off, flash sprinting after his sword. He would have caught it too if it wasn't for the downward incline that begun. He had to slow down to run on inclines. It's the only way to make sure he doesn't fly off the ground. His sword continues bouncing along when the forest ends and a road starts. So random Dirk thinks, but can't think about it for long because he has to get his sword. With its incredible sharpness there's no telling what it could harm. Miraculously nothing managed to be harmed so far, but he kept at it. Once the incline started to change to a flat road, he caught his sword and put it safely in its sheath at his waist. He found a nearby bench by a bus stop to sit at while he waited for Jake to catch up. It didn't take long, maybe 3 minutes tops.
For someone of Dirk's ninja abilities and extra keen senses, it was amazing that he didn't hear Jake until he was right behind him, about to pounce. He's getting better at this Dirk thinks as he's knocked off of the bench by Jake. They roll into the street and Jake aims one of his guns at Dirk, trying to get him to say uncle. Dirk just smirks and begins running again.
Now I know what you're thinking. Isn't he tired? Doesn't he need to catch his breath?
No.
Why?
Because he's Dirk Motherfucking Strider, that's why.
Now back to the story.
Jake just shakes his head and takes one deep breath before the chase begins again. The two men got some attention from a few houses that overlooked the street they rolled into. One of those onlookers decided to call the cops.
The men continue running down the street and come up to a strip mall. Dirk glances around for a place to duck in to. His shaded eyes settle on a nondescript, seemingly empty restaurant with black and white awnings. He switches his direction and runs towards the door, dodging one of Jake's bullets as it whizzes past his ear. The bullet crashes through the door at the same time Dirk does, disturbing the glass as if it were a flock of doves, causing quite a racket.
The gunshot probably drew more attention than the glass shattering, but both were equally startling to 2 men sitting in a booth.
--Yay! We are all caught up!--