Misty Menaces
"Rip your arm off." He growls, and comes in intending to do just that. You catch his arm, drop to your back, and flip him. He's stronger than you expected.
His hand closes on your arm, and you feel your ulna twinge.
And then he's airborne, and flying, and his feet hit the brick townhouse wall behind you before he collapses in the grass.
You're up, fast, metallic taste in your mouth...guns in hand...braced with other in a crouched Weaver stance....BAM...Miss....you're still shaky....BAM....Miss....and your shooter's skills tell you to stop beating yourself up over your misses, and just be in the moment....BAM....It hits him in the head....Incredulous, you watch him stagger wildly to his feet.....BAM....you realize you've stepped up to him, and shot him point blank....his head's not there....and yeah its messy.....his arms flail one last time....one just grazes you, and knocks you on your back.
Boar is dead.
You get up and finish the job. Oddly, you have plenty of time. No cops have come to investigate.
And your right arm, the ulna bone, is increasingly painful. And going back to the bar in your current clothes is not on the agenda.
You have one .17, one .22, and one double .30 pistol. Three wallets with ID cards and a variety of oddments are included, as is 382 pounds, and some change in pennies. There are two knives, one switchblade, one which was Boar's or Liam Muerte's is more a short machete.
Inside the car is a phone system that looks massive, maybe fifty pounds weight of phone gear.
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