This fire
Chapter 6, The red devil
A black boot stomped down. "HEY! I asked if I was interrupting anything!"
I jumped to my feet with Trixie in my arms. My eyes analysed the man before me. He had white hair and his chin had a stubble. Cool blue eyes seemed to be assessing me. The mans attire was mainly red but more noticeably were the two handguns under his jacket….
"Checking out my girls I see". The man seemed to state more than question. I put Trixie down.
"What?"
"My girls". The man opened his jacket to show off his guns. "Ebony and Ivory". He smiled seemingly proud of his weapons. "Made then myself".
I presented my own weapon. "Mary". I announced. "I made her myself better yet I'm glad I'm not the only one who names his weapons". The man smiled again.
"Well in that case you'd like the company I keep". My brow raised.
"Not to get off topic but would you mind if we fight?". My brow rose even further.
"Why were getting along so well". I joked…..The man went silent.
Suddenly bullets crashed together as I countered his sly shot. "Trixie run!"
"I might just be right". The man said over the sound of gunfire.
"What the hell are you talking about!"
He had firing speed however I had power. For every two bullets he shot my one bullet crashed through both of them.
Soon we were walking in circles shooting and reloading with great speed. He shot into the air to try and get a high ground advantage. I wouldn't let him. I followed suit and soon we were kicking each other in mid air. Our attacks keeping each other in the air; pretty soon we threw gunfire into the mix. 'I know I shouldn't be…..and I know that I should serious right now….but I'm enjoying every second of this fight'.
Click, click.
We were both out.
Sharing the same idea we let ourselves fall to the ground each landing gracefully on our feet.
"Hey kid how are you at sword play?"
I scowled at him.
"Guess that means no. Well kid your a damn good gunslinger however if you want to survive". The man flicked his wrist and suddenly a huge sword was in his hand. It was gothic in design. "Your gunna have to learn". He shot forward with a thrust of his sword.
I drew my sword and narrowly parried the attack. 'How did I do that?'
Never In my life had I used a sword.
He struck again however this time he stuck to basic slashes and soon I saw the sword as an extension of my body. We danced around the meadow as the fight picked up in pace and power. I saw a gap in my opponents defence and kicked him in the gut.
The strike sent him back a few meters. He was looking at me with a gaze of intrigue.
"Sorry kid but I don't have time for this". I barely heard him.
He again thrust at great speed so I prepared to block or parry the attack.
There was the sound of shattering along with a squelching sound. I saw that now the man was standing in front of me….he was holding something. I looked down to see the huge blade embedded in my chest as well as my sword now shattered.
"I'm so sorry kid….I thought you were someone else….Forgive me".
His voice held sorrow while his eyes seemed to lose their shine. Finally he released the handle of the sword and the true power was realised as the force propelled me at high speed and impaled me into a tree.
'Damn it…Not again…It can't be…..