Eunie’s shit.
Magneto just isn’t cutting it here.
It takes me a few moments, but I manage to pull the amulet back to my hand. Before I can do anything with it, though, Baldie knocks it free. I hear it rattle as it hits the pavement. I need to shift to bring it back, but something tells me that I missed my shot.
“You have some balls, priestie. I’ll give you that,” Pimp Hat says.
“Unlike you.” One of these days I may learn to watch my mouth. Today is not going to be that day. If I’m gonna die, it’s going to be on my terms.
It takes everything I have to not scream when Baldie pulls the knife from my arm. I feel the warmth of the blood as it flows down to my fingertips. I have to take a few breaths to keep from blowing chunks all over the duo.
I have never been good with blood loss. My wife used to make fun of me because I would nearly pass out every time I had blood drawn. Right now I feel about a hundred times worse than that. The only semi-positive news is that Eunie has clearly backed off.
Pimp Hat puts me down and faces me away from him. “Start walking.”
“I’ll get the bitch.”
These two ass clowns have just hit my limit. You can mess with me a hundred different ways and I’ll gladly take it. I may kick your ass for it, but I’ll take it. Messing with my woman is clearly crossing the line.
I try to pull off a roundhouse kick on Pimp Hat right behind me and miss him by a proverbial mile. I’m no Chuck Norris, but I should have at least hit him. I don’t even get a chance to make up for my shitty effort before I take a fist to the chest.
With the pain in my arm, and now my gut, it takes me a few to get to my knees. When I do I only get rewarded with a cracked rib or three thanks to Baldie’s boot. Not that I want to admit it, but this fight just crossed the impossibility barrier. The only thing I can do from here is give Sara a chance to run.
From my vantage point on the ground, it looks like Baldie doesn’t have a firm grip on my knife. It’s a shame he doesn’t have it closer to a vital organ since I need a killing blow to take him down. I’m not so sure that a simple knife wound will do a lot of good at this point.
So I try the only other move I have. I reach forward, managing to pull the knife from his hand. The moment I feel it in my fingertips, I lunge at Pimp Hat with everything I have left. That isn’t a lot. The strike would have been dead on if his ribs weren’t in the way. As it is, he is on the ground feeling the same intense pain that I felt earlier.
“How’s that feel?” I spit on the asshole before he can answer. Before I can make a move on Baldie he has me in a rather unpleasant full nelson which knocks my knife to the ground. I flail my arms in an attempt to get free, but he doesn’t budge. So I try the only other counter that I know.
I jump up in the air, curling into a ball when my legs get near my head. Then I shift my weight forward and to my right, hoping to toss him over my shoulders.
The end result isn’t even close to what I expected. He manages to shift his weight to counter my move. Instead of him being on the ground, he has me in a stronger hold. As an added bonus he is holding my head down to my chest.
“Go to sleep, priestie. It will be much easier that way,” Baldie says.
I have a minute or two left, if I’m lucky, before I pass out from air loss. Less if I keep struggling. I close my eyes and give in, hoping that he feels my lack of motion and drops his guard. It probably won’t work, but it’s all I have left.
“Get away from me!” Sara screams.
I open my eyes, trying to get a view of what is going on, but it’s hard to see anything when you head is being held down to towards the ground.
“Don’t make us hurt you like your little boyfriend here.” Pimp Hat says.
“Put me down!” she yells.
My stomach drops. I don’t care that they have me. Shit, I’m surprised I lasted this long to be honest. Sara, though, doesn’t
Magneto just isn’t cutting it here.
It takes me a few moments, but I manage to pull the amulet back to my hand. Before I can do anything with it, though, Baldie knocks it free. I hear it rattle as it hits the pavement. I need to shift to bring it back, but something tells me that I missed my shot.
“You have some balls, priestie. I’ll give you that,” Pimp Hat says.
“Unlike you.” One of these days I may learn to watch my mouth. Today is not going to be that day. If I’m gonna die, it’s going to be on my terms.
It takes everything I have to not scream when Baldie pulls the knife from my arm. I feel the warmth of the blood as it flows down to my fingertips. I have to take a few breaths to keep from blowing chunks all over the duo.
I have never been good with blood loss. My wife used to make fun of me because I would nearly pass out every time I had blood drawn. Right now I feel about a hundred times worse than that. The only semi-positive news is that Eunie has clearly backed off.
Pimp Hat puts me down and faces me away from him. “Start walking.”
“I’ll get the bitch.”
These two ass clowns have just hit my limit. You can mess with me a hundred different ways and I’ll gladly take it. I may kick your ass for it, but I’ll take it. Messing with my woman is clearly crossing the line.
I try to pull off a roundhouse kick on Pimp Hat right behind me and miss him by a proverbial mile. I’m no Chuck Norris, but I should have at least hit him. I don’t even get a chance to make up for my shitty effort before I take a fist to the chest.
With the pain in my arm, and now my gut, it takes me a few to get to my knees. When I do I only get rewarded with a cracked rib or three thanks to Baldie’s boot. Not that I want to admit it, but this fight just crossed the impossibility barrier. The only thing I can do from here is give Sara a chance to run.
From my vantage point on the ground, it looks like Baldie doesn’t have a firm grip on my knife. It’s a shame he doesn’t have it closer to a vital organ since I need a killing blow to take him down. I’m not so sure that a simple knife wound will do a lot of good at this point.
So I try the only other move I have. I reach forward, managing to pull the knife from his hand. The moment I feel it in my fingertips, I lunge at Pimp Hat with everything I have left. That isn’t a lot. The strike would have been dead on if his ribs weren’t in the way. As it is, he is on the ground feeling the same intense pain that I felt earlier.
“How’s that feel?” I spit on the asshole before he can answer. Before I can make a move on Baldie he has me in a rather unpleasant full nelson which knocks my knife to the ground. I flail my arms in an attempt to get free, but he doesn’t budge. So I try the only other counter that I know.
I jump up in the air, curling into a ball when my legs get near my head. Then I shift my weight forward and to my right, hoping to toss him over my shoulders.
The end result isn’t even close to what I expected. He manages to shift his weight to counter my move. Instead of him being on the ground, he has me in a stronger hold. As an added bonus he is holding my head down to my chest.
“Go to sleep, priestie. It will be much easier that way,” Baldie says.
I have a minute or two left, if I’m lucky, before I pass out from air loss. Less if I keep struggling. I close my eyes and give in, hoping that he feels my lack of motion and drops his guard. It probably won’t work, but it’s all I have left.
“Get away from me!” Sara screams.
I open my eyes, trying to get a view of what is going on, but it’s hard to see anything when you head is being held down to towards the ground.
“Don’t make us hurt you like your little boyfriend here.” Pimp Hat says.
“Put me down!” she yells.
My stomach drops. I don’t care that they have me. Shit, I’m surprised I lasted this long to be honest. Sara, though, doesn’t
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