J. sidestepped the boffer sword the catgirl swung at him, grabbed her arm, and pulled her through an over the shoulder throw that tossed her to the ground.
Unfortunately, she had a dartgun in her other hand, and he felt the sting of the impact in the middle of his chest. "Dead," he said, smiling.
"Good shot."
The catgirl picked herself up. "Good fight," she replied. Looking around at the spectators, all staff and residents of the Home for Wayward Catgirls,
she added, "Although, I wonder if you were planning on fighting all of us by yourself."
J.'s smile got broader. "Not really," he answered. "I was just hoping to get a large enough group in one place." Raising his voice, he
shouted, "Fuck you, G.I.!"
There was a muffled "WHOOMPH!" as Kaos fired a grenade from the cover of a third-story window across the street. As the grenade spiraled through its
brief, lazy trajectory, a manic, prerecorded voice could be heard emanating from it, squealing in high falsetto, "I'M A BOMB! I'M A BOMB! I'M
A BOMB!" The explosion of paisley colored foam was approximately the consistency of shaving cream, and smelled like avocados. It filled the courtyard and
the front parking lot, coating everyone who had been there.
J. wiped foam out of his eyes and glared at Kaos as he walked up. The tall, thin Blazer smirked at his partner, and said, "Nice distraction."
"Thanks," replied J. "Could you have waited until I cleared the blast area?"
"Not really, no," replied Kaos blithely. "Anyway, you're dead. What do you care?"
"Fine, fine. Let's get out of here. I smell like guacamole, and I need a shower."
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"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."
Unfortunately, she had a dartgun in her other hand, and he felt the sting of the impact in the middle of his chest. "Dead," he said, smiling.
"Good shot."
The catgirl picked herself up. "Good fight," she replied. Looking around at the spectators, all staff and residents of the Home for Wayward Catgirls,
she added, "Although, I wonder if you were planning on fighting all of us by yourself."
J.'s smile got broader. "Not really," he answered. "I was just hoping to get a large enough group in one place." Raising his voice, he
shouted, "Fuck you, G.I.!"
There was a muffled "WHOOMPH!" as Kaos fired a grenade from the cover of a third-story window across the street. As the grenade spiraled through its
brief, lazy trajectory, a manic, prerecorded voice could be heard emanating from it, squealing in high falsetto, "I'M A BOMB! I'M A BOMB! I'M
A BOMB!" The explosion of paisley colored foam was approximately the consistency of shaving cream, and smelled like avocados. It filled the courtyard and
the front parking lot, coating everyone who had been there.
J. wiped foam out of his eyes and glared at Kaos as he walked up. The tall, thin Blazer smirked at his partner, and said, "Nice distraction."
"Thanks," replied J. "Could you have waited until I cleared the blast area?"
"Not really, no," replied Kaos blithely. "Anyway, you're dead. What do you care?"
"Fine, fine. Let's get out of here. I smell like guacamole, and I need a shower."
Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com
"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."