“Son of a… bitch!” Malik coughed, spitting out a tooth. Alice stood slowly, her vision swimming. Malik followed suit, tonguing the spot where his tooth once rested. “He knocked my tooth out! I can’t believe he knocked my tooth out.” Alice shook her head, her vision finally coming back into focus.
“Be happy that’s all you lost,” she groused darkly. “It could be worse.”
“How?” Malik spit back. A man’s scream suddenly filled the air, rising three octaves before going silent.
“You could be that guy.”
“Point. So what are we going to do?” Malik peaked out the door and witnessed a scene that would probably hunt him or make him laugh for all eternity, depending on if he came out of this alive. The area was trashed; the main fountain lay shattered across the floor, water covering everything. People’s bodies were flung haphazardously about, pants missing on all of them. There were no dead people from what he could see, but there were going to be more than a few visits to a hospital once Gato was through. Even as he watched Gato grabbed another victim, ripping his pants off and throwing him away without a second thought.
“Gato really has a thing for pants I see,” Malik idly commented.
“Good for him. Now get back in here, I need your help.” Malik complied, curious as to what his companion’s plan of action was.
“What are you going to do?” he asked. She seemed engrossed in something.
“We are going to put that over grown toaster in its place.” She lifted what she had been working on to reveal a fully loaded crossbow. However, it was still very, very modern.
“You like? The titanium frame makes it light and easy to carry. The camo design, well, it just looks good. Power touch trigger, aluminum foot stirrup, and a scope; Marle, eat your heart out!” Alice cackled. “That’s not even counting the crossbow bolts.”
“Nobody hits me out of the blue like that and gets away with it. Nobody.” She pulled three of the quick detach quivers and put them on. “Grab a sword. We’re putting his ass down.”
“A sword? You want me to fight him up close? With a sword?” Malik asked, incredulous.
“Yeah. You’re the one taking martial arts classes aren’t you?”
“Classes! I’m not Jet Li over here! Do you ever hear me talking about ‘I know three thousand forms and train four hours every day and I don’t have to weight train ‘cause I swing around swords and beat up stalkers and look at how truly bad ass I am!’” he cried. She just looked at him with narrowed eyes.
“You finished?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. The swords are that way.” She pointed behind him.
“Wait. Thomson’s has maces, right?” A few moments later they were both ready; Alice had her arrows, and Malik was decked out in pads and a broad sword.
“No maces?”
“No maces.”
“Too bad. Let’s rock.” The two ran out the door.
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