Leilong, a.k.a. Shimi of the Anten 7, hunts for the legendary warrior known as Vincent Valentine. When they face off, will Shimi earn the reward money and claim victory? Rated for gunplay and serious hand to hand combat!
Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Western - Chapters: 3 - Words: 5,451 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 8 - Updated: Dec 5, 2001 - Published: Mar 30, 2001 - Status: Complete - id: 240837
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As Leilong was on the ground and leaning on his elbow, he stared right down the barrel of Vincent's gun named Outsider. Leilong was amazed by how strong Valentine was, for Valentine appeared not to be the powerhouse type. Leilong moved his jaw around while holding it with his right hand.
"I gotta admit, I really underestimated ya, kid. Man, you're even tougher than Gene and his friends were," Leilong said.
"Gene? You mean Gene Starwind? I bumped into he and his friends yesterday, and like you, they were after the bounty on me. Out of the many outlaws and pirates, they're the only three who survived my bite. I doubt you'll be the fourth," Vincent Valentine said, finger on the trigger.
"Well, all I gotta do is believe!" Leilong said. Leilong legsweeped Valentine and had him hit the dirt face-first. As Leilong spun himself back up, he kicked the gun away from Vincent's hand. As Vincent got up, Leilong attacked him with fists that moved at blurring speed. Leilong struck Valentine with combinations of body-blows to the ribs and jabs and hooks to the head. Almost every punch caused Vincent to take one step back.
Feeling Leilong's fury, Vincent didn't block any of his attacks.
Putting every inch of energy into himself, Leilong jumped into the air and delivered a spinning heel-kick to Vincent's skull. The powerful kick whipped Vincent's head back and launched him into the air. It looked as though Vincent was going down for the count, bringing a smile to Leilong's face. As Vincent looked like he was about to land on his back pretty hard, he shifted his weight forward and landed back on his feet. The force of the kick had Vincent's heels dig deep into the ground and creating two tracks in front of the red outlaw.
With eyes hidden in the shadows, Valentine stood frozen for a few seconds with his legs slightly apart and fists to his side. Slowly, he stood upright and whipped his head back to get his long black hair out of his eyesight. What worried Leilong wasn't just Vincent's recovery but the smirk on his face.
"Not bad, Shimi. Your speed was what I anticipated, and your strength should be well commended. Surely, you can do better than that," Vincent said, moving his jaw a little. Letting out a snarl, Leilong drew out his beautifully forged combat knife he used on Suzuka.
Letting out a battle-cry, Leilong sprinted towards Valentine and was ready to end his bounty's life with only one blow. With blurring speed, Leilong swung his knife in an arched motion at Valentine's throat. With grace, Valentine bopped his head back from the knife and swiftly moved away from his attacker. Trying not to leave him any space, Leilong tried again to end Vincent's life with his blade. Every time Leilong goes on the offensive with his combat knife, Valentine moves away from his attacks as though he was a ghost. His graceful footwork was so well, it almost looked as though his feet didn't touch the ground when dodging Leilong's attack.
Breathing a bit hard, Leilong stood ready with his knife in front of him and pointed it right at Valentine. Valentine, however, didn't seem to be at loss of any energy. After finding his lost gun, Outsider, at his feet, Valentine picked up the gun and put it back into its holster. He focused on the middle-aged outlaw.
He... he can't be human!
As his eyes turned bloodshot red, Leilong dashed right past Vincent and slashed for his ribs. Staring straight forward and not bothering to turn to see his opponent, Leilong felt he finally got Valentine. Vincent didn't move at all from Leilong's technique. As Leilong looked down to see if his knife was dripping with Vincent's blood, his eyes widened.
Leilong's knife was not in his hand! Leilong whipped his head back to see his adversary. Vincent turned around to face Leilong and held Leilong's knife in his very hand.
"Hmph. Pathetic. As a great warrior once said: Only a fool would rely solely on a weapon," Valentine said. As Vincent tossed the knife away, Vincent gave Leilong a very cold stare.
"My turn..." Vincent dashed right for Leilong with incredible speed, not letting his feet touch the ground at all! Faster than the eye can blink, Vincent's left fist rammed right into Leilong's stomach. The strike was so strong, it almost went through Leilong's back. Leilong's eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped when Vincent knocked the breath out of him. Vincent smashed Leilong's face with a right hook, smashing Leilong into a heap of dead cars 7 yards away from himself. As Leilong's back hit the heap of metal, Vincent felt the taste of bloodlust and went all out. Vincent gave Leilong a stunning combination of jabs, hooks and crosses to Leilong's ribs and face. Leilong tried his best to block Vincent's attacks, but it wasn't enough. Seeing Leilong's left eye swollen and blood streaming out of his nose, Vincent delivered a lethal spin-kick to Leilong's head. Leilong felt his kick and spiraled away from the dead cars, hitting the dirt face-first and rolling away.
Slowly, Leilong staggered back onto his feet, feeling tremendous pain in every inch of his body. He tried to shake off the blurriness from his eyes, seeing only a big red blur walking towards him. Eventually, his vision was fully restored.
"How? How did you get so damn good at this?" the beatened and shocked Leilong asked, breathing heavy.
"I have very powerful friends that help me grow stronger. And I'm not as young as you think I am," Vincent responded, getting closer to his prey. As Leilong and Valentine were only 4 feet away from each other, Leilong unleashed a quick left finger-strike for Vincent's throat. Vincent sidestepped the attack and parried it with his left hand. He grabbed Leilong's arm and with his right hand, he hammer-blowed Leilong's left arm and heard the bones snap. Leilong let out a piercing scream as he felt his broken bones tear the flesh from within. Leilong collapsed to the ground and clung onto his useless arm.
Showing no sign of pity, Vincent grabbed Leilong by the shirt, lifted him off his feet and slammed his back into another huge heap of scrap metal. Vincent drew out his Outsider and shoved the muzzle right underneath Leilong's jaw. Cocking his head back from the gun, Leilong stared into Vincent's cold eyes with one good eye and tried not to show any fear at all.
"Give me your worst, you son of a bitch. I'm not afraid to die," Leilong hissed. Vincent rested his finger on the trigger, one step away from annihilating yet another outlaw who challenged his powers. Leilong's breathing trembled as could feel the cold steel against the bottom of his jaw. He knew that Death was staring right into his eyes and breathing down his neck.
Vincent lowered his weapon.
"You're not gonna die. Not today, at least. You tell that cowardly broker of yours that I know who he works for. You tell him that no matter who he sends after me: Kei Pirates, outlaws, whoever: he will never stop me from getting to his boss! And when I find him, he and his superior are gonna be feast for the maggots..."
Vincent tossed Leilong away like a rotten sack of potatoes. Vincent holstered his weapon and walked away, letting the dusty wind whistle by. He knew that Leilong was in terrible shape, but he also knew that he was strong enough to get back onto his feet. After holstering his other weapons he lost and walking many yards away from his defeated opponent, Vincent stopped at his tracks.
"Oh, another thing. Since you are acquainted with Gene Starwind, I want you to deliver a message to him as well. If I ever see that red-head punk again, I won't hesitate to blow his head clean off his shoulders!"
Vincent Valentine walked on, walking towards where the sun was suppose to set. Almost beatened to a bloody pulp, Leilong slowly got up, clung onto his broken arm and staggered to his iron backpack.
.... Must.... warn... Starwind....
THE END?
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