35 2.12- Survive, Weapons, Combat, Kill and Live for Another Day! Part 1 (2/2)
”EAT this, you motherfucker! Do you have the fucking hairy BALLS to face me instead?! Your MOTHER would roll in her grave when she found out that she gave birth to you DICKLESS and brainless as well! And your FATHER would have killed himself if he knew that his sperm had made you into STUPID and UGLY little WORTHLESS monster baby!! You are hiding behind your assassins all these while, why don't you come out and face this 15-year-old boy and prove you are mightier than us?! Only COWARDS hide behind a microphone!!” Using psychological attacks like these as I raised my voice upwards. I was hoping for the PTZIR cameras have little microphones on them to pick up the chatter. I was also hoping that my psychological attacks on his parents would bring out some adverse results.
”Wait and see, you little dog of mine...!! I will let you know who is the MASTER and who is the SERVANT...!!! So now... Surprise... Surprise... My assassin has been deployed to your location right now... If you got the BALLS, why don't you stick around, shithead...!! Arrogance would not bring you anywhere except death...!!! And my cameras would record every last breath you take as my assassins slowly torture you... Just wait, boy... He's coming on your way soon as I speak...!!! Taunted the voice again over the loudspeakers just then a hit song from Depeche Mode was blasting through the loudspeakers and was playing ”Master and Servants”
”Shit... Gonna hide away from these cameras overhead but where shall I hide since the cameras are all placed and covered all angles.” I thought to myself as I picked my bamboo pole shouldered my satchel bag.
At the same time, I thanked the old Master and old Sage for bestowing me with the skills I had learned in the past era. If this is a computer game fantasy story, I would half expect a screen popped up in front of me and I am able to scroll my skills attribution, assign points as well as monitor my health, food and drink intake. But no... This is not a computer games fantasy story or another of being dead and transformed into a single body of a character.
This is just me, Sam Mulder having to be able to multiple transverse in the world from one body to another, from one era to another as I accomplish certain endings that changes history. Yup... That's right. One of a kind story that starts and ends differently but always having one girl in my life at one time.
Director... Why are you giving a spoiler in the middle of the script?!
Sounds of light footsteps on my right indicating someone was approaching fast! My blood curled up within me as I glanced to my right, half expecting a familiar face but what I saw a shadowy figure darting in and out among the tree trunks. Moving at an amazing speed. Flashes of blurry black figure among the tree trunks. Almost at dizzying speeds that left after images.
I dropped my satchel bag to the ground and held the sharp tip of my bamboo pole as I swung once around at mid-level, twisted my body around and once more swung over my head, using the blunt end that was shaped like a cudgel before I stomped it on the ground.
Holding it by the blunt end this time and pointed the sharp end at almost throat level at the shadowy figure that was darting among the tree trunks; moving at a dizzying speed and was raising a kind of sickle attached to a piece of chain.
Flashback... This was the type of weapon for Kohaku in Inuyasha.
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I took a boxer's stance and held my bamboo pole in such a manner when I used to hold my rifle with my bayonet attached during one of the practices in bayonet fighting skills.
Suddenly, the assassin let his sickle fly through the air, slicing through it perfectly as he ran towards me. The sickle flew in a spinning manner straight at me and I had only time to block it with the blunt end as I raised it high to block using it diagonally.
”Crack...!!!”