Lone Ranger Chapter 29

29.

Lance saw the two Legionnaires standing over the fallen Lycan. The Lucan was bloodied in the chest and face with part of its snort dislocated partially covered by the residing flood water. The two Legionnaires moved when they saw their prey the Lone Ranger. They stretched out their arms and stepped forth.

“Wrong moves, drinkers,” Lance called out and then felt his inkling moved. ““Bring forth the blade of Lion of Richard.”

The streak of shades that snaked out like the scimitar from the inklings on Lance’s back.  flared upwards and then swung across in a deadly blow at the two Legionnaires across their necks. The blood soon spurted when the heads rolled off the necks. That was the start.

“Lion of Richard come forth to my hands.” The dark streak scimitar appeared on his hands with the double grip on the hilt. Lance then turned his body and thrust the scimitar at the Legionnaire there in the lower chest. The inkling scimitar in the chest was then cut across the chest with the innards spilling out. Lance then pushed the scimitar in deep and then cut across when he moved past the Legionnaire.

“Ah…” Lance heaved out a shout before he pulled out the scimitar from the Legionnaire. He had then stepped past the dying Legionnaire with the waterlogged boots. Each step was still a chore although the water was residing. He saw around the floating bodies in uniform or none. The water around also logged with debris and in most places, there were signs of blood. He was then interrupted by the sound of the chimney he had sought shelter had collapsed. It shook him then and pulled his left leg to move on. He looked for more of the enemies. The fight was ongoing and the Legionnaires were on the winning streak.

Lance gripped his scimitar harder. He then saw Tonto was fighting a Legionnaire and he was winning than with his right fist into face and ripping out the nose and left eye. He then turned to look for Father Lamiere. The other had taken cover behind some drifted debris. He had shot down two Legionnaires but the third was onto the priest.

“Get off me, demon.” Father Lamiere shouted out and then rolled off the Legionnaire. He had dropped the emptied guns and he held the tomahawk on the gun belt. He screamed out when the Legionnaire had rolled over with the left-hand fingers dug into the priest's right thigh. The Legionnaire then rolled on to hit the priest with the right hand on the chest but Father Lamiere had pulled out the tomahawk. He used the tomahawk to block the blow and then with a twist of the hand, Father Lamiere thrust the tomahawk like a sword. The counter-attack hit the Legionnaire in the throat. It did not stop the Legionnaire from resuming the attack then. In desperation, Father Lamiere kicked out with both his legs as if he was running. He swung his legs out and that bought him some respite. He rolled away and then crouched up with the tomahawk held firm on both hands. The Legionnaire had also crouched up and faced the priest. It did not see the threat behind it.

Lance thrust the scimitar into the Legionnaire in the back of the neck and then swing it outwards on the left. The blade cut away part of the left ribs. Lance paused in his moves with his legs balanced for the firm stance while his arms still gripped tight on the magical scimitar. His body still tensed then with the blood soaring across the body and his eyes scanned the ground. The two Legionnaires stood a distance away and despite their madness, the reality of the fight was there. Father Lamiere staggered over and then whispered to Lance.

“Hold your composure, son.” Father Lamiere looked at the two Legionnaires.

“Step back, Father. I will see to them.” Lance replied. He then looked at the Legionnaires.

“Come over, you blood drinkers,” Lance screamed at them. One of them moved and it was the last thing it did. The bullets tore into the back. It was not a single shot but a hail of it. Then both Legionnaires fell down on the ground. Lance then saw the Calvary has arrived. He saw the Army riders armed with rifles have ridden into the battle. It was then the bugle sounded.

“Charge!” The Army rode in firing their rifles. They have no set target for they shot also the Lycans and Legionnaires. They were all dropping and that could only mean the bullets are not the usual. Lance was to search out the Army leader and saw Hawkins was escaping. The later was mounting a horse when he was challenged by two Army riders.

“Sir, stop or I will shoot.” The Army rider with the three stripes called out the caution. “Please….”

The Sergeant was brought down by the Legionnaire which had sprung into action from the rear. The blood drinker guard pulled the non-commissioned officer and then leaped from there to jab the other rider in the left thigh. The second rider went down in pain and the Legionnaire followed through with the series of thrust into the rider. The Sergeant had recovered and drew the gun to fire at the Legionnaire. It was a point-blank shot and the Legionnaire went down. Lance looked for Hawkins and saw the later was riding away.

“Sir, don’t move.” Lance turned and saw himself covered by one of the riders. “I will shoot if you …”

“Stand down, soldier.” Lance turned to look at the voice that commandeered the soldier. It was a figure in the blue uniform riding upright on the dark horse. The figure held the rank of Colonel and carried the army issued saber. The dark Stetson hat half covered the bearded face but he looked familiar to Lance.

“Dad?”