Three of the four men in the room felt it, a great wave of power, striking them like a physical blow. The youngest doubled over with nausea, and even the oldest was visibly shaken.
Duncan Macleod stood with drawn sword facing the elevator door. Behind him were Richie and Methos. Joe, getting into the spirit of the thing, pulled out his Colt 1911A1 and took cover behind the sofa. Any Immortal with such a strong Quickening, coming unanounced to Duncan's apartment was bound to be trouble.
The doors opened, and a huge man dressed in leather stood before them. His head had been shaved and tatooed, and a long ugly scar on his neck had been pierced by safety pins. In his hands he grasped a truly huge broadsword.
Methos broke the silence. "The Kurgan!" He yelped, at a somewhat higher pitch than his normal voice.
The giant nodded. "Methos."
"You &@$%@^*! You made me drop my BEER!" Any fear the ancient warrior might have felt was suddenly eclipsed by his rage at the loss of his beloved beverage. He raised his Ivanhoe sword and prepared to charge.
"Boo." The Kurgan said. Methos soiled himself and hid behind the sofa with Joe. Duncan trembled, his ancient katana loose in his sweaty palms. Richie had been waiting for Duncan to tell him to run away before charging, but, realizing that his his mentor was in no condition for giving orders, he made the best of it and charged anyway. With a motion too quick to follow, the ancient warrior from the steppes of Russia brought his massive blade up and side-stepped. The red-headed guy's feeble rapier blade was bisected as though it was made of aluminium foil, and the studlander's head, now red on both ends, went flying.
Before the mystical energy of the Quickening could grip him, the Kurgan went for Duncan. The Highlander put up a brilliant fight, but found himself suddenly disarmed by a nifty little trick the Kurgan had picked up somewhere.
Duncan stood resolute, looking almost certain death in the eye. "Honor is not in the weapon, it's in the man." He intoned solemnly. The Kurgan chuckled and whacked the pretty-boy's neck in half. Duncan's last thought was "$#!%! It worked for Jin Ke!"
Joe, with a clear shot at last, pumped the entire contents of the .45's clip into the Kurgan's chest. It worked for five seconds, almost enough time for him to get away. Almost. The strongest of all the Immortals got up and dealt the old man a solid kick in his groin. With a scream of agony Joe fell to the ground, where he was pinioned in short order by Duncan's katana.
Methos, meanwhile, had snuck into the kitchen and downed a six-pack, hoping to bolster his courage sufficiently to allow him to run away instead of collapsing screaming. It proved to be a vain attempt, for collapsing is exactly what he did. Luckily, he collapsed right through the kitchen window, and landed on the street below.
The Kurgan, still not ready to recieve the other two Quickenings while the real prize was still loose, jumped after him, and severed the ancient's scrawny neck. Then, and only then, did the combined power of the three Immortals flow into him. The awesome energies of the Quickening tore the entire Dojo apart, and blew the power throughout that part of town. Huge explosions and fireballs went off all over the place as the Kurgan drank in the essence of his decapitated foes. The energy spent, he dropped to his knees briefly, standing at the sound of a female voice.
"Duncan?" Amanda had returned from a shopping spree to find a scene of massive carnage where her credit-card-holder/sex-machine used to live. She turned as she suddenly felt the most massive Quickening in her experience, and beheld what appeared to be a giant punk rocker with a sword coming toward her.
The Kurgan grinned "Hello, my pretty..." He rasped.
End
Duncan Macleod stood with drawn sword facing the elevator door. Behind him were Richie and Methos. Joe, getting into the spirit of the thing, pulled out his Colt 1911A1 and took cover behind the sofa. Any Immortal with such a strong Quickening, coming unanounced to Duncan's apartment was bound to be trouble.
The doors opened, and a huge man dressed in leather stood before them. His head had been shaved and tatooed, and a long ugly scar on his neck had been pierced by safety pins. In his hands he grasped a truly huge broadsword.
Methos broke the silence. "The Kurgan!" He yelped, at a somewhat higher pitch than his normal voice.
The giant nodded. "Methos."
"You &@$%@^*! You made me drop my BEER!" Any fear the ancient warrior might have felt was suddenly eclipsed by his rage at the loss of his beloved beverage. He raised his Ivanhoe sword and prepared to charge.
"Boo." The Kurgan said. Methos soiled himself and hid behind the sofa with Joe. Duncan trembled, his ancient katana loose in his sweaty palms. Richie had been waiting for Duncan to tell him to run away before charging, but, realizing that his his mentor was in no condition for giving orders, he made the best of it and charged anyway. With a motion too quick to follow, the ancient warrior from the steppes of Russia brought his massive blade up and side-stepped. The red-headed guy's feeble rapier blade was bisected as though it was made of aluminium foil, and the studlander's head, now red on both ends, went flying.
Before the mystical energy of the Quickening could grip him, the Kurgan went for Duncan. The Highlander put up a brilliant fight, but found himself suddenly disarmed by a nifty little trick the Kurgan had picked up somewhere.
Duncan stood resolute, looking almost certain death in the eye. "Honor is not in the weapon, it's in the man." He intoned solemnly. The Kurgan chuckled and whacked the pretty-boy's neck in half. Duncan's last thought was "$#!%! It worked for Jin Ke!"
Joe, with a clear shot at last, pumped the entire contents of the .45's clip into the Kurgan's chest. It worked for five seconds, almost enough time for him to get away. Almost. The strongest of all the Immortals got up and dealt the old man a solid kick in his groin. With a scream of agony Joe fell to the ground, where he was pinioned in short order by Duncan's katana.
Methos, meanwhile, had snuck into the kitchen and downed a six-pack, hoping to bolster his courage sufficiently to allow him to run away instead of collapsing screaming. It proved to be a vain attempt, for collapsing is exactly what he did. Luckily, he collapsed right through the kitchen window, and landed on the street below.
The Kurgan, still not ready to recieve the other two Quickenings while the real prize was still loose, jumped after him, and severed the ancient's scrawny neck. Then, and only then, did the combined power of the three Immortals flow into him. The awesome energies of the Quickening tore the entire Dojo apart, and blew the power throughout that part of town. Huge explosions and fireballs went off all over the place as the Kurgan drank in the essence of his decapitated foes. The energy spent, he dropped to his knees briefly, standing at the sound of a female voice.
"Duncan?" Amanda had returned from a shopping spree to find a scene of massive carnage where her credit-card-holder/sex-machine used to live. She turned as she suddenly felt the most massive Quickening in her experience, and beheld what appeared to be a giant punk rocker with a sword coming toward her.
The Kurgan grinned "Hello, my pretty..." He rasped.
End