The target—Silas Roark, still sat behind the oak-table and aimed his gun at me, once more and shot two bullets, past the two men blocking my way towards him. BANG!! BANG!! The gunshots echoed, as the bullets rushed past the two men, at the same time i threw the split—blood dripping head in my hand towards the two bullets and dived to my right.
The bullets hit the severed head and through it—Spraying blood and pieces of the brain outwards onto me and the two men that stood between the path of the bullet—towards where I was a moment ago, at the same time as I dove away. Just as I halted to a stop on one knee the old man's staff came rushing down onto my head.
I blocked it still on one knee just as a loud 'CLINK' echoed. My sword above my head held by the hilt, one hand under its half-formed blade, supporting it as the old man put pressure on it with his staff, smiling as he spoke. "Not bad, child."
I smirked as I spoke, still on one knee blocking his staff. "I doubt you'll let me go past you without a fight?" Before i could get a reply i saw in his eye the reflection of a chain flying towards me and my sword. "Shi—" I called back the other half of the split sword—which cut off the woman's hands and head—towards the chain flying towards me, slicing it in half just as it had wrapped around the other half of the sword in my hand.
"MY CHAIN!" The other man shouted in surprise, shock and perhaps anger, as it got sliced through and the other half of the sword that split his chain slamed into the ground. The exact moment the chain had wrapped around my sword i grabbed the staff above my head and slammed my sword into the ground to my left and putting my weight on it and holding onto the old man's staff slammed a foot into the old man's shriveled stomach.
He flipped over me before my foot hit his stomach, he still held onto his staff mid-flip and punched below him, at my face. I dodged, moving my face—almost instantly, towards the roof as if looking at it, barely dodging his punch that almost touched the hair on my face and went past it. His fist slammed into the ground below and past my face, making a crack in the ground under me with a sharp 'CRACK' and 'THUD' some dust and a few sharp pieces of the tile below me flew up, right next to my face.
'That was too close' I thought to myself as I let go of the sword in my hand and grabbed the sharp pieces of the tiles that had went up near my head because of the old man's punch and threw them at the old man. And with nothing to hold onto, at the same time my back and head slammed into the ground below me landing beside old man's fist.
The sharp pieces of the tile hit his face with barely any wounds as he just absorbed it with just a slight cut on his face and the others just shattering. He barely made any sound except for a slight grunt as if annoyed. "Fuck" I muttered. The old man's eyes moved towards me. I rolled to my right, still on the ground and away from the old man as he started punching the ground where my head was just a moment ago, and he kept punching one after another as I kept rolling, flying pieces of the tile of the ground and dust into the air.
"GET HIM, OLD MAN! MAKE A HOLE IN HIS HEAD!" The skinny man shouted, cheering him on as I kept rolling to the side as he punched the floor again and again making fist sized holes. As I kept rolling on the ground I called on the hilt-part of the sword towards me and willed the other part of it still in the ground towards the man cheering on the old man. "QUIET!" He shouted as he made another fist-sized hole into the ground.
Another punch landed near me as I rolled, too close for comfort making dust fly into my nostrils and eyes, the noise almost starting to deafen me. I stopped rolling as another fist landed near my head, my face towards the fist as I grabbed his hand that had slammed into the ground and slid to the side, towards his legs. Which did nothing, his legs stayed still on the ground as he stared at my fail attempt and I looked up at him, smirked and spoke almost hopefully. "When is your osteoporosis kicking in, baldy?"
"NEVER, YOUR BRAT!" He yelled near my face, spit flying out, and almost succeeded in deafening me with his voice alone, he tried lifting his left hand to punch but I held on to his hand, looked in his eyes as he looked at me and I said "Hasta la vista, baldy." The sword came behind him spinning fast enough to slice air in two and slammed into him...
The old man didn't even blink and spun his staff behind him still gripped in his right hand, unblinking, still staring at me and blocked the sword with his staff, a loud 'CLANG' echoed as the sword kept putting pressure on his staff mid-air still and he said through gritted teeth. "Insolent pendejo. I'm the one who taught Death that trick."
The skinny man that cheered on the old man spoke. "Wrong franchise, asshole!" As he dodged the other half of the split sword headed towards him, His second chain sliced in two as he shouted again mid-jump dodging the sword. "OH, COME ON! SERIOUSLy?! CHAINS DON'T GROW ON TREES, Y'KNOW?! DIPSHIT!" I ignored him just as I willed the hilt part of the sword still putting pressure on the old man's staff to flip over and under him in the tender area, smirked and spoke. "Chúpame la verga, anciano!"
He blinked, his brows raised in perhaps curiosity or surprise as he questioned. "You know what that means?" The sword flipped stopped putting pressure on his staff and at the same time flipped over and between his legs, giving a tender touch to the nuts he was pocketing. The hilt made contact. He sucked in air like his nuts got cracked... because they did. "OOOOOHHHGHGHGHG!!!!" His staff hit the ground with a 'CLANG', next his knees, his hands between his legs as he crumpled to the ground almost whimpering and halfmuttering and almost yelling if he wasn't in such pain. "FUUUuuccckkkk!" He howled crumpled on the ground, a tear almost traveling down the old man's cheek from pain as he cursed me. "You son of a—" Before he could finish the hilt of the sword hit him in the head, knocking him unconscious.
I layed there, still, almost resting as I stared above, sighed and whisperd quickly. "Dormi sereno ora, vecchio. Così che un giorno potremo incontrarci di nuovo, non come nemici... ma come amici." The noise of the other man—the skinny freak echoed in the back ground dodging the other half of the flying blade trying to kill him. I got up, grabbed the half-formed sword that hit the old man's head and nuts, looked at it, sighed and shook my head slowly muttering. "Hitting old men in the balls with my sword? Ugh, How the mighty have fallen..."
Still sitting on the ground I looked looked behind me—because of the half-shouting and screaming of curses at me and my flying blade—and saw the skinny freak flying towards me, his fist outwards, Spiked knuckles primed towards my face. Behind him the other half of my blade spinning, chasing him trying to cleave him in two. I moved, quickly, rolling to my right on my hands, the blade in my hands pointed outwards, towards the mid-leap man as I smirked at the thought of just impaling him and ending this.
At the same time another gun shot echoed. Using my left hand on the ground I jumped mid twist, to my left bringing my sword to my right where the guns shot echoed from. Just as I saw it only one thought echoed in m mind. 'Fuck?!'