Monday, September 23, 2013

Oz; a remake of the tale 2.16


16.        The Brawl at the Yard.

"Hinkley, the last time we fought; you shot out four of my pistols before I could even pulled the trigger. Now I improvised; I am pulling the trigger when I draw." Dirt drew all his pistol while firing them. Both Henry and Hinkley did not expected this; they thought it would be a standard showdown, but Dirt cheated. The older men jumped aside but Dirt drew first blood. One of his shots hit Henry in the left thigh. Henry collapsed on the ground holding his leg and shouted out.

"Hinkley! I am shot." That caused Hinkley to looked at his brother for a split second which was enough for Dirt to fired off the next wave of shots. This time the second wave of shots hit Hinkley at the right forearm.

"Aargh! The bastard got me too." Both brothers crawled over to reach each other; and then they looked at the Dirt.

"Dirt, you ain't playing it fair. That's treachery in our books." But Dirt laughed out at the two older men.

"Old Man, the rules are out in this dimension. Here you play to survive in whatever rules you made yourself. It seemed I have hit both of you first. So that is two to me and zero to you." Dirt replied to the older men.

"I guessed we would need to catch up now." Both Hinkley and Henry fired from the hips with their short barrel rifles. The rifles were set to full automatic and in seconds they emptied the ammo clips while laying down. Dirt took the full clips on his body; knocking him back by ten paces spread eagled to the ground.

Both the older man then helped themselves to their feet and limped over to their adversary. Dirt's still alive or barely alive; but he smiled at the older men.

"Never thought you had it in you. But I guess its six to you and two to me. You shot out all my arms,and I am impressed." Dirt looked at his messed up six limbs now hanging by their sockets only. "Never reckon you would do such shots. I had on the bullet proof vest on the chest but not on the arms."

"You said so earlier, hombre. There ain't no rules in this dimension. And there ain't no rules to say we must shoot you in the heart. So we aimed for your arms instead."

"She is waiting upstairs for you.." Dirt told Hinkley. "She is one mean wildcat."

Dozen laid his head back and wished he had not come here to this dimension. Hinkley signaled the Recovery Team. They are the Munchies with the stretcher to carry out the dead or wounded.

"Henry, thanks for teaching me how to shoot then. I never thought I would uses that here instead of magic." Hinkley thanked his twin brother. Henry used to teach Hinkley how to shoot but the later was into the books. Now it paid off, skills are sometimes best learned not from the books. They need your direct intervention of the hands.

It was Bonnie who did the first move; after all it was always ladies first. She raised up her automated mini six barrels cannons rifle and fired off at the boys. Her first spread of six shots was a scattered one.

"Heehaw!" The three boys drove their hover board to the air. They went into different directions while Bonnie kept on firing into her third rounds. Hicks shot off to the right and ended up skirting on the stable roofing edge before zooming into a mid air somersault and landed on the board in the rebound. That path took him clear of the firing edges. Hunk went vertical and did a half turn to slide down the fore just skipping Bonnie' hair edge by inches before he whirl the hover board back in a 180 degree turn to land at where he started off from. Zeke was the more acrobatic one as he rode his hover board on the walls of the left building and using it to shoot off into mid air before landing on the Main Building. He then hovered down the walls and parked himself at the rear of Bonnie.

Clyde had then joined in and loose off mortar bombs in a 360 degree swing while holding the launcher his hand. The bombs exploded in mid air causing the boys to ducked or fall off their hover boards.

"I did said that you're one crazy dude" Bonnie applauded her boyfriend who just bombed out the boys. Everywhere was smoke and the boys cannot be seen anywhere no matter where you turned.

"You looking for us." The boys appeared walking out of the smoke cradling their rifles and hover boards.

"You know it ain't nice to throw those bombs like that." Hunk spoke out as he rubbed the dirt off his elbows.

"Yup, we could had been hurt in the fall." Zeke added on to the statement as he shake the dirt off his knees. But it was Hicks who did not rub or shake any dirt off, then told them what to do.

"We are going to burned your britches for doing just that." The boys threw down their hover boards and jumped on it. They came in on three directions and as they flew past the crazy young couple, they let loose with their short barrel rifles firing on full burst.

Hicks took out Clyde' mortar launcher with multiple holes on it while Zeke fired at Bonnie' rifle causing her to drop the mini six barrels cannons rifle. Then it was up to Hunk who came in from the front and fired at them from there. He shot at them at their heels and got them running for cover as he laid his shots near their feet. The couple retreating soon fell on their butt and stared at the hovering three boys holding their rifles.

"You think maybe they want to go for a honeymoon now?" Hicks looked at the couple who nodded. "Hunk, can you please send in the Nomes now. I think they have one just suitable for them as a holiday resort. Its a Gold Digger Dream Holiday."

The couple followed the Nomes to their new holiday as gold diggers.

Hunk away. Hicks then looked at the remaining of us.

"Sorry, we think its time you take back the tale now." I smiled at Hicks but Aunt Em stopped me.

"You can wait for a few more lines. I got Mama there to spank." Aunt Em approached the lady in the yellow dot dress; now holding a katana instead of a rifle.

"Emily Worth; first disciple of Sensei Kuno, the House of Fighting Arts." Aunt Em introduced herself.

"Patricia 'Mama' Bone; self taught on the Internet, www.wetechyouarts.com Its free to download, and comes with tutorials. I guess you are not tech savvy." Mama Bone pulled out her katana from the scabbard. "I bought this too, from the auction site."

"Mine's handed to me by my Sensei." The blades clashed and the vibration of the two blades can be heard in the yard.

"But unlike yours, mine has a full money refund if sent back before fourteen days. I still got another day life of the warranty." Mama Bone crowed her achievements.

"Too bad. They won't refind on a chipped off blade." Aunt Em katana is the true craftmanship of the masters; the blade horned to perfection in the burning lava of the volcano and grinded to the sharpness that a falling hair would cut on its edge.

"Aargh!" Mama Bone screamed out but that was all the Mistress of the blade needed; a minor diversion and she swing her blade in from the side to removed he apron strings from the apron.

"Ms.Bone, your days of fighting is over. I suggest you seek a early retirement instead." Mama Bone looked at her discarded apron and frown. She pulled at her yellow dot dress by the shoulder and tore it off. Underneath the dress is her other uniform of a black suit from her neck to her knees; matching corset and leggings with a dozen darts lined on each side of her uniform. She has on another dozen at the shoulder pads. She did not hesitate and drew on the darts with the speed of a rolling dough on a oily surface.

Fling! Fling! Fling! It must had been more than a dozen in that split second when Mama Bone released her darts.

"It can't be!" Mama Bone screamed out. All her darts are lined up in a row embedded on the blade held by Aunt Em. "No one could stop my darts. It my House Special."

Aunt Em fell on her right knee while using the katana to hold her up. A dart did find the mark; it sunk into her knee cap.

"You are good, Mama, but I am better." Aunt Em pulled the kitchen chopper with her left hand from the apron and fling it like a frisbee at the other lady. Mama Bone was cleaved of her head with the chopper.

 "Dorothy, now you can go on." Aunt Em told me as she was helped by Uncle Henry.

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