A Justice Provider's Tale
Copyright© 2018 by Vanessa Ravencroft
Chapter 8
I kicked the Holdian, I had to admit with a dark sense of satisfaction and flung the small being right into the face of the approaching bar keep, ducked once again under a hefty swing of the bald headed brawler, but could not completely evade the fist of the Triple Strong that scraped along the side of my jaw and made me see white flashes. I was sure a Bandrupo would have felt that upper cut, but this wasn’t my first bar fight and if I managed to get out of this one, most likely not my last. I returned the favor by kicking the Triple Strong in the family jewels and was rewarded with a resounding scream of pain.
While I successfully ducked under the third swing of the slayer swung by the now angry man of Herman’s world, I could not completely evade his elbow that made my ears ring. I had to take care of that mace swinging bastard. I stomped hard on his foot that made him forget about his mace or me, at least for a moment. I didn’t want to kill anyone, but I had to get the upper hand fast. They were simply to many.
But another round house, with enough force to make the Triple Strong stumble a few steps back, ignoring the now advancing Quadiped. Gave me enough time to open a quick release pouch on my belt and drop a handful off Cling’N’Bangs.
I think I dropped all twenty that I carried. These black marble sized balls, would cling to any moving target, except the pouch wearer and explode with a concussive force of a strong fist blow, emitting a blinding flash and a cloud of sourced powdered Torch berries. Six or seven of them had found the Triple Strong. The things going off almost at the same time did take the strong fellow off his feet and the most irritating and burning pepper dust, took him and several of the others effectively out of the equation.
A loud bang and something impacting into my stomach, knocked me off my feet slamming backwards against the door frame. The little Holdian, with a bleeding face and limp arm had fired the Shrap gun. My Rhinoskin shirt had saved my life. The nasty metal shards had not penetrated the Ultronit mesh of my space armor, but the kinetic energy had swiped me of my feet and made me almost loose consciousness and all of my lunch I had earlier. The AutoDoc in my right leg pocket, imminently reacted and injected pain killers and stimu drugs into my blood stream.
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