Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 15-2] Gelora Jarless In The Fire

With his mouth wide open, the swath-legged man burst into laughter. Like not caring about the muzzle of the weapon, which clearly point to the cranium.

"A coward like you can kill? I'm sure you didn't dare to press the rovelver's trigger at all, even if my men weren't holding you now!" brag Twisky, with a loud voice.

"Fuck you! I-I ... I dare! It's just .. yes, your men .. they pointed their guns at me! Sure ... I'll be shot, if I shoot you. You're the coward, you're the base of the cutlery!" reply, more sad.

"Oh, huh? What if I told them to drop their weapons now, huh!? Do you have the guts to shoot me?" His nanarrow eyes looked at me, with wide unblinking mottling.

I was breathing hard, holding back my anger. But, how will you? Fucking shit! Imagining his blood mixed with brain fragments splashed by bullets alone, has made me nauseous. What if it really happened?

Yegh!

"You cheated! I won this duel! You should have let us go by now! Not cheating like this!"

He laughed again when he heard my words. Damn it, that brash fellow ended it by spitting out green phlegm. Right out of his mouth, and right on my cheek.

The insolent!

"This is a life and death duel! That means the winners are those who managed to kill their opponents." He came back laughing. "You need to remember! There is no cheating or fair term in life betting. There are only words of life and death. Naive like-minded people like yourself would be ******. It's been proven from the many dueling opponents, who died by my men."

He's nuts! This guy is mentally ill! A psychopath********inhumanity! He ....

Without me noticing, Twisky lunged. Gore hard on my stomach, which made us fall down together. With me as the victim.

Pain mixed tightness squeezing the stomach. Making my power disappear instantly, until the revolver's grip on the hand was released. The slam didn't clearly land where.

Twisky crept with one arm swinging, in order to be able to overlap my body. Gasps stared at me who was still groaning in pain, before starting to raise his left fist.

One punch came in hitting the cheek. The second punch swung, which I immediately held back, by folding both hands over the face. The third, then the fourth, and it went on, with many times one-handed blows.

Indeed, the impact of his left hand - which I know is not his dominant hand - did not hurt much, and could be held back by Margo's burly body. But until when?

I hear. In the midst of the baji*ngan's growl, tucked in a loud breath. He also threw a curse from his mouth, telling me to lower my hand. But who wants to?

"Fuck you, coward! Well ... Let me make you a beehive full of holes, with a lot of bullets lodged in the body!" said gasping.

Is that so bad about the end of my life? After being straddled and overpowered by a heavy mining om-om, in the end, even had to submit to receiving the execution of death.

The world is unfair!

That's how I thought, until the sound of metal being hit, many times. A series of voices were then accompanied by a loud scream.

"Lizard's coming! Lizard's coming!" the warning continued to be shouted by Lapo. Yeah, I'm sure that's his very distinctive voice.

Automatically, all attention is directed towards the arrival of sound. Outside the boundaries of this small town.

I'm sure I'm going to die. If not shot, it's eaten by carnivorous lizards. That's how I thought, until shortly afterwards, things just changed drastically.

The sound of a broken bottle rang out, from which also came a glowing red light. A great fire lit up, and began to spread in the wooden house, right beside me lying.

I turned my head towards the motel, and watched how Yenz started to go crazy. With liquor bottles, which are fitted with a flame-fired fabric wick. Grasped firmly in both hands.

He threw one into another building, to then take the next spiced bottle inside the bag, which was ignited with fire from the burning cloth in his next hand.

Now understand I mean the action last night. Not just to steal for its own sake, but to make Molotov cocktails, which now play a role in making the thugs.

No. I wasted that chance. The hand that was still throbbing because it held the blow earlier, I clenched as tightly as possible, in order to be able to lift a hard bogem hairy fibers.

my fist was snapping at the chin of the plot whose owner was flabbergasted. Watching the favorite city where it nest, slowly devoured by the red hero.

The uppercut that I laid down was crushing, causing Twisky's body to fall to the side.

I got up, and quickly crawled to pick up the gun lying on the ground. Supported him, to start helping Yenz, who was desperate because of the bullets of the wedge*ngan. Twisky Underling.

One shoot me off. Regarding the kneecap of the person behind the barrels of his body that stick out while hiding. I rolled over later, in order to avoid the shots of the other two mules, who were walking closer to the motel.

I hit the revolver trigger, and with a pair of thumbs, pulled the bat at the stern of the weapon. Alternately swinging in synergy.

From the position of calm, I immediately jumped running. Looking from the edge of my eye, three men targeted me with their long-barreled rifles. With bullets they vomited. Nested in the sand, where I was.

I started to panic, because there was only one more bullet left in the revolver cylinder. There wasn't enough time to fill it in the middle of this onslaught, while I was out in the open.

"Hey!" yenz shouted, who came out of hiding in the motel. Throwing another Molotov cocktail, with the flaming wick ignited by fire from the macis.

Either because he was limp or indeed his arm was weakened. The last throw was not soaring, but it was thrown low, then fell not far from the feet of the three armed criminals.

A moment the three were dumbstruck, after previously having shuddered in horror. Seeing the bottle that was thought to be breaking, and spread the fire, it was buried tilted in the sandy soil.

"Foot!" yell Yenz.

In the dilapidated street arena of Jarless' blazing city. I fought the last three armed mules, with one bullet left in the canister. Thinking about how to win, and what does the cry of Yenz mean?

The glare of the reflected sunlight, pierced the edge of my eyes. Aware of finally this self, will the path of victory that has been opened, by the beautiful green-eyed guy.

I rotate with my feet as a shaft. In order to turn the body over quickly. Pulling the hammer lever of the weapon, which was in the conspiracy seconds later, following the pounding of the trigger full of confidence.

Not a little tucked away in doubt, even though only a glimpse of the target on the ground. Although, this large body began to fall, as a result of losing balance. All I do with great confidence. Believe that hot lead ejected will hit the target.

In my heart, there is no doubt about the shooting skills of the Hairy Om, who I am playing in this world of curse.

Guns barking. The grapevine then, the bottle with the burning cloth wick was broken. Just as they had just finished cocked the weapon, and were about to point it at me.

High alcohol content fluid spreads in all directions. The following triggers a chemical reaction, which gives rise to a burst of fire. Snatched into the pants of the three criminals, so they jumped up and down and rolled unkempt. Hoping to extinguish it, in the middle of a very hot feeling. Surely so.

Just now I was enjoying a breath without a gust of relief, suddenly the eruption of the weapon interjected. Disperse the peace of the flames, which only lasted so short.

The hot tin slid past a inch of my ear lobe. Makes his drum membranes ring tight.

The perpetrator of the impromptu attack, turns out to be the person whose hand I just shot. Grimacing he tried to cock the weapon, then aimed it with a trembling hand.

I was just about to run, when this leg was caught by someone's hand. Belongs to Twisky, who has awakened from his sweet dream.

"Shoot him, and kill him, God damn it!" He shouted loudly commanding his men, while he desperately held on next to my feet.

Fucking sideburns! Why don't you sleep until we're gone!

Yenz ran over to Twisky's men, who were aiming at me with trembling hands. Must have meant to thwart that thwarted intent. But, no matter how fast he ran, it was very unlikely to be able to reach him, before the trigger managed to peck.

I'm resigned. Start closing your eyes, and pray in your heart, hopefully the shot misses again.

Amen!

A loud voice sounded roaring. Not from a firearm directed at me, but produced by the collision of a large metal tray. Hit the villain's head.

I smiled broadly at the sight of the waji*ngan's body falling down, due to the hidden work of the old Lapo. Unexpected characters will play a big role in saving me.

I turned my eyes to Twisky. A furious growl threatened him. The man with the leaves looked at me with a blank expression. Perhaps he was stunned by his defeat, despite already using such a fraudulent manner.

My emotions were boiling, and then being lured to the footstroke with the boots - which had stepped on the animal dung. Picking the face with the imposter. Siderun Twisky.

Getting a loud and crushing blow, his grasp slipped. The large body was then rolled several times.

Cracks!

The weathered foundation of the house of worship that was beside me was broken. Keropos engulfed in fire. A second later, the building collapsed. It fell on two bodies below. Twisky, and his long-lifeless men.

I reflexively jumped, and fell down because of it. Staring mutely at the red blaze in front.

I am inward; had he not been evil, his fate would not have ended that way.

Ah, but that's it, that's the karma. Now I can breathe a sigh of relief, because this is all over.

Might as well. But, silly, there is still a deep sense of guilt.