writing exercises lmao

Sergei ran faster and faster, adrenaline rushing, dodging bullets while trying to focus on escaping the enemy. Keeping his custom AK-47 in one hand, his breath filter in the other, it was rather difficult to escape the thugs at his tail.
Evidently, he had stepped down the wrong alleyway. The young man around Mad City, known as Red, was shooting at Sergei in particular, being the leader of the gang. It perplexed Sergei himself that no one heard the constant gunfire around the city, nor the fact Red was screaming at the top of his lungs.
Head-to-head with Red was a rather peculiar figure, a red-haired boy with his eyes hidden under sunglasses. Apparently he was complete with bat wings sprouting out of his upper back, fingernails long and sharp, teeth pointed and slightly damp with blood. Upon close inspection, it was worth noting one of his eyes glowed yellow, visible even though it was shaded. Sergei, although he never thought it could come true, presumed it was a vampire.. and a quite familiar-looking vampire, at that. It almost reminded him of Duke.

However, such things couldn't matter right now. Eyes wide with shock, lungs screaming for air, Sergei managed to turn a corner for long enough to force his breath filter back on his mouth and nose. Red had struck a blow at it and he had never had time to put it back on. Fixing the AK-47 properly in his fingers, he braced himself for Red and the vampire to turn around the corner as well, aiming at a guessed spot to where the two would appear.
A few silent moments passed, allowing Sergei to regain strength and take a few breaths..

Until the vampire swooped around the corner, Sergei firing straight into his forehead, and ducking, so that the vampire would miss. He pitted into a large pile of Bloxy Cola cans, allowing Sergei to run for it again, only to be met with a fist in the face by Red. Upon throwing another blow on him, Sergei caught it with his own hand, and thrust it back into Red's own face, so violently hitting him in the nose that it began to bleed. As Red stumbled backward, Sergei kicked him, and picked up his AK-47 again, which had recently fell from his grip.
The vampire recovered and dived back at him, but Sergei ended up catching him by the arms and swinging him into the wall, headbutting him as hard as possible, definitely making him see stars for a moment or two. The vampire kneed at him, and Sergei stumbled backward a little. He pushed off of the wall, colliding with the Ukrainian again, trying to rip off his breath filter, but received a punch in the face in return. The two exchanged blows like wildfire until the vampire tripped Sergei, who slid between the vampire's legs, getting to his feet in an instant and pushing the vampire onto his face before he could turn around. Sergei picked up the vampire's gun and shot at Red, who was just getting up, but missed.

The vampire recovered and punched Sergei in the face, who punched back, but ended up getting his fist caught by him. Using this position to his own advantage, Sergei slipped his fingers in between the vampire's, beginning to dig his fingernails in and twist the wrist of his slowly. The creature drew away before a nasty outcome could take place.
Sergei backed up, seeing the two thugs starting to close in on him.
"What do you want from me?" He spat at last. Red smirked.
The vampire then spoke, voice ominous, tone eerie. "Nothing, obviously."
Sergei narrowed his eyes, knowing there was more to the story. The vampire smirked.
"Maybe your money, but that's it."

Sergei snorted, eyeing his AK-47 against the ground nearby. He returned eye contact and replied sarcastically, "If you think you're gonna get my money that easily from me, you must be a short-sighted idiot, obviously."
Red narrowed his eyes, raising a fist. "Watch the language, scrub. We could attack you right now and just take it from you."
"But how do you know if I even have money on me?" He queried in response, raising a brow.
"Only one way to find out," the vampire hummed, drawing closer to Sergei, opening his hands at the statement.
Before he could get too close, Sergei threw his fist against the vampire's forehead, making him stumble backward. Red lunged for him, but Sergei kicked him back in the stomach.

"Don't touch me, you sick bastards."

The vampire put his hand to his nose, possibly implying it was heavily bleeding. "I'll touch you if I want."
Sergei tilted his head. "You can try."
With that, he lunged again, but the two's hands met in a lock, one trying to get to the other as forcefully as possible. Soon Sergei feigned weakness, and the vampire pushed forward, only for Sergei to lash back out at him, basically shoving the creature backward. He pivoted at the speed of light, picked up his gun, and bolted down the streets.
The vampire opened his wings angrily and flew after the man, Red underneath him, fleeting as quickly as his feet could carry him.

Soon Sergei turned and leaped backward, shooting at the vampire, only jumping to get a better aim. He landed sideways, stumbled a little, but swiftly recovered. A few bullets had got the vampire, but being non-human, they barely took affect on him. Realizing this, Sergei instead threw the entire gun at him, which worked and landed straight into his face, landing on the ground harshly and sliding into the sewer as soon as it did hit the street. Taking a moment to recover, the murderous vampire rubbed his eyes, only to be reminded by Red that Sergei was getting away.

It wasn't long before another sound of gunfire broke the silence. Snapping their heads in the direction it was coming from, Red and the vampire slowed their pace, but Sergei continued to dart into the darkness. Lilly was the first one to step out from the shadows, aiming her minigun directly at Red. The vampire saw his chance to escape, but was paused due to Tom stepping out as well, knife aimed straight for his throat.
"What a show," Tom commented sarcastically, but coldly. "But I daresay that Lilly and I have a much better show."
The two stared back in paralyzed fear, bracing themselves for the punishment soon to come.