Britz-I beg your forgiveness few but faithful, I've been dealing with to much school and work to post i'm afraid, excuses, excuses and lets get on with the bloody thing!
Chapter Twenty-Four
Moonbeam strutted into the Na boxing gym, in the early morning it appeared most of the usual patrons were sleeping in, only a single alien was in this morning, one Dave hadn't seen around before, a very big and ripped Dracyer, it was pounding fists into a steel-mesh boxing bag, laying in the occasional tentacle thwap as well.
They're were better gyms than this grungy little spot with it's single boxing ring, old bench press with rusty weights and the heavily duct-taped boxing bags that hung from the ceiling like executed bodies but Moonbeam liked this place, it had a homely feel to it and he liked the gruff old Na who ran the place, Mant Sanyot, had Dave ever seen the old classic Rocky movies he would have immediately associated the Na with Mickey, the tough-as-nails boxing coach.
The gym was quiet except for the Dracyer's steady pounding, "Yo buddy!" Moonbeam yelled, "Where's Mant?"
The guy's shoulder blades were like the back of an armoured personal carrier; he kept them turned to Moonbeam, "Went out." He grunted.
Was weird thought Moonbeam, Mant was usually prowling around, cursing out the various aliens who used his gym with his Har, a large vicious looking creature that looked half-wolf half-alligator, it was named Budkis and was as playful as a kitten, unless Mant told him to be otherwise.
Moonbeam stripped off his shirt and begun wrapping bandages around his hands, as he sized up the duct-taped mummy of a bag the pounding behind him stopped, Dave felt the hairs of the back of his neck rise up, he looked over.
The Dracyer was sitting innocently enough, next to his crumpled shirt and bag, drinking some ghastly looking energy drink, it looked at Dave and half-smiled, pulling lips back from wicked canines, Moonbeam turned back and laid into the bag.
Mace could smell his bounty's suspicion, it knew something wasn't right but wasn't scared, didn't matter, he was just as dead. Mace reached into his bag slowly and drew out his piece, a semi-automatic blaster; it looked like a modified MiniUzi and fit perfectly into his clawed hand.
Moonbeam, feeling out the room with almost a demon sixth sense turned just in time, he dived to the side just as Mace pulled the trigger, red light blazed from the gun, laser shredded right through the punching bag, sending half of it slamming to the ground, Mace wondered briefly if when the Na owner of the gym would simply put the halves back together with duct-tape when he woke up from his drugged sleep, his muzzle quivered in a silent mad giggle.
Moonbeam ducked and rolled, the gun blazing through the hanging bags behind him, in a moment of insane clarity both him and the hunter were thinking about the same thing, the duct tape, would he deal with these sliced bags like any other damage? Funny how the mind works in the heat of battle.
Dave felt strangely naked rolling around, no gun, wearing only a pair of shorts and singlet for training, he was just glad the bounty hunter hadn't decided to go after him in the gym shower, fighting naked was a big no-no on Moonbeam's list, unless it was a shapely young lady who was into that kinky kind of shit.
Mace switched the gun to single shot and fired in a fluid movement, Moonbeam felt the bolt blaze his left ear, it missed burning it straight off his head by an inch.
Dave's hand worked almost without him realising, grasping air till it met barbell weight, 20kilos but he handled it as easily as plastic frisbee "Eat this bitch!" The round weight spun through the air and connected with Mace with a solid thud.
"Ow goddamnit!" The Dracyer yelled in protest and kept firing.
Moonbeam grabbed up the long steel shaft of a bench-press weight and held it with the pride of a samurai with his sword, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way Dracyer, you won't enjoy either of 'em."
"Now where would be the fun in life if it was easy?" Mace asked, watching carefully down his line of fire.
"Point taken." Moonbeam lunged, a shot seared his side but the pain wasn't registering, not yet, the end of the steel shaft connected solidly between the Dracyer's disturbing lavender eyes.
"Gah! Gloxvil tap-dancing Flist!" Mace yelled in agony, one of the only true weak spots on a Dracyer was right between the eyes at the top of the muzzle, Dave had gotten very lucky, Mace's vision blurred and flickered in and out for a moment like a bad TV reception.
It was long enough, bottom of the ninth, bases loaded Moonbeam swung the bar into the clawed hand holding the gun, a shot flew uselessly into the floor, Moonbeam whacked with a vicious downward swing that almost broke Mace's wrist and the gun flew from the Dracyer's grip.
"Son of a bitch." Mace muttered as he regained his composure, his tentacles struck, quick as rattlesnakes, ten feet of muscle grabbed the pole and encircled Moonbeam's arms. Dave barely saw the iron bands of fur around his arms before he was flying through the air over Mace's head.
The landing was painful but Dave rolled into it well, when he looked up Mace was twirling the steel shaft like a baton, a bizarre show of tentacle dexterity, "You like hitting people with hard metal objects huh?"
"A little off topic, but yeah." Moonbeam admitted, Mace hurled the bar like a javelin, Dave rolled out of it's way moments before it would have struck him, the pole rushed past and imbedded itself in the side of the shoddy old boxing ring.
The Dracyer lumbered closer, Dave kicked high and hard, catching him in the throat, he turned to run and a tentacle slid over his shoulder, little barbs, hidden in the pads of the flared ends dug into his skin like a dozen small fish-hooks and he was yanked backwards to the ground at Mace's feet.
His cinderblock fist pounded Moonbeam's face before he could move again, the world swum madly but Mace's next punch hit the floor, Dave lanced a kick to the bastard's groin, strangely an evolutionary oddity had left Dracyer's reproductive organs very well protected, like they were wearing a cup permanently.
But if you hit it just right... Moonbeam was two for two, Mace's legs jolted, not only tripping him but launching him over Moonbeam onto the floor, The Dracyer's wall shaking roar sounded like a sound that would be at home coming from between a Tiger's jaws.
Moonbeam picked himself, "Sorry, don't usually go for the low blow stuff but sometimes you just got to ring the bell on a fight."
With a snarl of rage Mace spun and lashed out a powerful swipe that would knock a buffalo's block off, Moonbeam had a moment to realise the bell may be far from rung yet before he was hurtling through the air, his shoulders pounded through the glass of the second story window and he found himself falling pavement-wards fast.
He slammed to the ground, his hip reverberating with a sick crack, a jolt of pain so severe racked him that he felt sure his right leg was broken and his pelvis must now look like a jigsaw puzzle.
However Moonbeam's unbelievable luck (aided no doubt by his grade A resurrected body) had struck again, his leg was still in one piece, that one piece hurt like a bastard but no broken bones below the waist, he was quite sure there was a couple of rib fragments floating about his chest after that hit however.
Mace leapt from the window Dave had broken and hit the pavement, his powerful legs taking the landing easily, he loomed above Moonbeam, "I ain't sure a few extra thou is worth bringing you in alive for." A hand the size of a baseball glove grabbed his neck and slid him along the pavement, Moonbeam's back roared protest and shreds of singlet were ripped from his shoulders.
He flipped, rolled, tried to control it and just tumbled backwards some more, finally stopping at the mouth of an alley, with Mace was lumbering towards him Dave got up and ran down it.
With his hip screaming bloody murder running from the huge and fast alien wasn't an option, what was there in this alley to help? Moonbeam's devious eyes fixed a on a half full dumpster, so even aliens has dumpsters huh? He went around it and begun to lift, arms straining, leg begging him to stop.
Mae rounded the corner, Dave heaved and the dumpster tumbled over, the Dracyer growled surprise before it slammed down on top of him.
Moonbeam limped down the alley and into the next empty street, behind him he could hear the dumpster overturning and the Dracyer's heavy panting, Mace rounded the corner, partially supporting himself with his tentacles; he was in bad shape but wasn't giving up either.
Dave's leg was spasming and his limp had turned into almost a hop as he crashed through the shop's door, 'Mason-Dixie Pawnshop' read the faded old sign above the window.
The alien at the counter was the same species as that bastard tattoo artist Ratnim, Onbanoc, surprise registered on that strange face when Moonbeam bloodied and bent crashed through his door. "What the fuck boy?" It yelled.
Mace, moving quicker than Dave had expected smashed through the door, popping it from it's frame rather than opening it, Dave swung a hook into the creatures muzzle and it's powerful legs went out from under, leaning on the wall he managed a follow up kick to the face. "So you like chasing people huh big man?" He dropped to his knees with a pained grunt, "Well you caught me ya numb fuck."
The Dracyer punched and Moonbeam was knocked away. "Hold it right there goddamnit!" Yelled the Onbanoc, brandishing a Dracon scattergun, "hold it there or I'll blow your brains out!"
"Man this ain't none of your fuc.." Before Moonbeam could finished a tentacle flashed out hold the gun like a bat, it was the final blow Dave could take, he collapsed unconscious, moving quickly the Onbanoc swung again, smashing against the side of Mace's head.
Groggily the Dracyer watched as the Onbanoc laid the gun down on the counter and dialled the phone, "Zed? It's Maynard. The spider just caught a coupl'a flies." Mace collapsed unconscious.
Chapter Twenty-Five
When Moonbeam awoke he was tied down to a chair, Mace was beside him growling and struggling against his own bonds.
"I see you're finally awake." Commented Maynard, holding his dracon weapon rather casually, "Well don't matter, when Zed gets here, that's when we gonna have some fun."
Dracyer snarled through his ball-gag, Moonbeam got the distinct impression the 'fun' involved wasn't going to be the type everyone in the family could enjoy, more specifically he thought he and Mace were probably going to enjoy it about as much as the little guys enjoyed shower time in the big house.
Dave closed his eyes and concentrated on the muscles in his arms, against the ropes on his wrists, felt the power his unnatural body held.
Maynard stared at him, "Hey, stop that, whatever the fuck you're doing stop it!" He sounded scared, he should have been the ropes, so tight they dug furrows in his skin were breaking.
Mace meanwhile slipped a tentacle out of it's bonds, it whipped out so fast Maynard never saw it coming, whipping across his face, the hidden barbs scratching ditches across the Onbanoc's ugly features.
The ropes broke, Moonbeam leapt up, Maynard managed a shot that blew the chair that Dave had been sitting in to pieces, Moonbeam ran out the back room into the main body of the store, Mace roared curses behind him.
Moonbeam yanked the door open, a bell above signalled it's opening, "Well we lost one but I got you babe." He heard Maynard laugh, keeping the Dracyer tentacle under control with several of his own, "Yeah I don't think your buddy's to set on rescuing you."
Moonbeam was crazy and cruel, but he couldn't leave a fellow warrior to a fate that he thought worse that death, sodomized by a couple of squid and made their bitch? Just wasn't right, Mace may have tried to kill him but they were to alike, on the same team, he was one of the bad guys too.
The door shut behind him as he turned to the store, what to compete with the scattergun? A hammer was on the shelf, nah not destructive enough, an old-style chain saw? Too Friday the 13th.
Then he saw the Hawjabran sword nested high on the shelf, gladiatorial-combat style, engraved with runes along the blade and as sharp as an Oscar Wilde witticism.
Maynard was saying something about Zed when Moonbeam walked backed in the room, his back was turned, Mace growled threateningly and strained against the heavy-duty handcuffs on his wrists, "So long you queer squid cocksucker." Moonbeam said.
The Onbanoc twisted, bringing around the gun, Moonbeam sliced and the tentacles holding the gun sluiced off and landed on the ground like so much calamari.
Using his powerful legs Mace managed to crash his chair into Maynard, knocking him down, tentacles flew but Moonbeam hewed through them like jungle vines, this sword meant business.
With an across slice faster than the eye could follow Dave struck the final blow, Maynard's eyes bulged in surprise, slit of sky-blue widening, blue blood leaked out from in between those huge horse teeth and the top half of his body slipped off, a completely clean cut had sliced him in two so fine the blood still ran up and down his veins till the top half hit the floor and the bottom followed.
Moonbeam snatched the keys of the dead Onbanoc and unlocked Mace's cuffs and undid his ropes, the Dracyer remained silent as the ball-gag dropped from his mouth.
"Mate." He said at last. "You did me a solid, I tried to kill you and you saved me from a fate worse than death, hell in some cultures that'd mean I'd owe you a life debt."
"Fuck off." Moonbeam replied.
"Yeah I know, bullshit, but law of the street is you pay a guy back when he does that for you, tell you what, lemme buy you a drink."
They stalked out of the shop, glass from the broken door grinding beneath their feet, rounding the alley was a motorbike, growling like a caged beast, it looked like any normal human motorbike, even had wheels which was strange, you didn't see many non-hover vehicles around here, 'GRACE' was blazed across it's teardrop gas tank.
The rider was anything but human though, another Onbanoc, bright red and ugly, his tentacles clutched the purring chopper.
"Mind if I borrow the sword?" Mace asked, Dave handed it to him. "Zed?"
"What's it to..." something clicked in his three eyes as if he was noticing them both for the first time, "Oh holy motha of...." The sword sluiced through him as cleanly as it had his brother, the top half flew backwards with a stream of blood the bottom with tentacles still wrapped around the bike drove on, Mace reached out and grabbed the handle bars, the tires screeched in protest till he shut off the engine and pushed the chopper to the ground, it feel with a clank and a wet slap.
They stared at the dead half wrapped around the bike for a moment, Mace handed Dave back the sword, now dripping with blue alien blood.
"So how about that drink?" Moonbeam asked finally.
"Giddyup." Mace agreed, the walked back down the street together, two proud warriors returning from battle, "I know this great little place a block from here." He continued as they walked off, "Best Yahien Wings in this sector of the galaxy."
"Yeah?"
"Well they wouldn't put it on the menu if it weren't true right? And they got these great things made out of Fon's they cut them up and arrange it into this flower shape, absolutely...." Their voices faded gradually with the morning light, not even nine yet and it had already been one hell of an interesting day.
***To Be Continued***
Britz-Y'know maybe if you guys reviewed more I'd be faster, you think of that? That's right I gone from pleading to bitter in the time it took to zip down the page, review damnit! Oh, also I'd like to throw a big ol' disclaimer to the pretty obvious stolen scenes from Pulp Fiction, it started as homage and got out of hand, eh, at least I didn't let Mace be banged up the patoot.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Moonbeam strutted into the Na boxing gym, in the early morning it appeared most of the usual patrons were sleeping in, only a single alien was in this morning, one Dave hadn't seen around before, a very big and ripped Dracyer, it was pounding fists into a steel-mesh boxing bag, laying in the occasional tentacle thwap as well.
They're were better gyms than this grungy little spot with it's single boxing ring, old bench press with rusty weights and the heavily duct-taped boxing bags that hung from the ceiling like executed bodies but Moonbeam liked this place, it had a homely feel to it and he liked the gruff old Na who ran the place, Mant Sanyot, had Dave ever seen the old classic Rocky movies he would have immediately associated the Na with Mickey, the tough-as-nails boxing coach.
The gym was quiet except for the Dracyer's steady pounding, "Yo buddy!" Moonbeam yelled, "Where's Mant?"
The guy's shoulder blades were like the back of an armoured personal carrier; he kept them turned to Moonbeam, "Went out." He grunted.
Was weird thought Moonbeam, Mant was usually prowling around, cursing out the various aliens who used his gym with his Har, a large vicious looking creature that looked half-wolf half-alligator, it was named Budkis and was as playful as a kitten, unless Mant told him to be otherwise.
Moonbeam stripped off his shirt and begun wrapping bandages around his hands, as he sized up the duct-taped mummy of a bag the pounding behind him stopped, Dave felt the hairs of the back of his neck rise up, he looked over.
The Dracyer was sitting innocently enough, next to his crumpled shirt and bag, drinking some ghastly looking energy drink, it looked at Dave and half-smiled, pulling lips back from wicked canines, Moonbeam turned back and laid into the bag.
Mace could smell his bounty's suspicion, it knew something wasn't right but wasn't scared, didn't matter, he was just as dead. Mace reached into his bag slowly and drew out his piece, a semi-automatic blaster; it looked like a modified MiniUzi and fit perfectly into his clawed hand.
Moonbeam, feeling out the room with almost a demon sixth sense turned just in time, he dived to the side just as Mace pulled the trigger, red light blazed from the gun, laser shredded right through the punching bag, sending half of it slamming to the ground, Mace wondered briefly if when the Na owner of the gym would simply put the halves back together with duct-tape when he woke up from his drugged sleep, his muzzle quivered in a silent mad giggle.
Moonbeam ducked and rolled, the gun blazing through the hanging bags behind him, in a moment of insane clarity both him and the hunter were thinking about the same thing, the duct tape, would he deal with these sliced bags like any other damage? Funny how the mind works in the heat of battle.
Dave felt strangely naked rolling around, no gun, wearing only a pair of shorts and singlet for training, he was just glad the bounty hunter hadn't decided to go after him in the gym shower, fighting naked was a big no-no on Moonbeam's list, unless it was a shapely young lady who was into that kinky kind of shit.
Mace switched the gun to single shot and fired in a fluid movement, Moonbeam felt the bolt blaze his left ear, it missed burning it straight off his head by an inch.
Dave's hand worked almost without him realising, grasping air till it met barbell weight, 20kilos but he handled it as easily as plastic frisbee "Eat this bitch!" The round weight spun through the air and connected with Mace with a solid thud.
"Ow goddamnit!" The Dracyer yelled in protest and kept firing.
Moonbeam grabbed up the long steel shaft of a bench-press weight and held it with the pride of a samurai with his sword, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way Dracyer, you won't enjoy either of 'em."
"Now where would be the fun in life if it was easy?" Mace asked, watching carefully down his line of fire.
"Point taken." Moonbeam lunged, a shot seared his side but the pain wasn't registering, not yet, the end of the steel shaft connected solidly between the Dracyer's disturbing lavender eyes.
"Gah! Gloxvil tap-dancing Flist!" Mace yelled in agony, one of the only true weak spots on a Dracyer was right between the eyes at the top of the muzzle, Dave had gotten very lucky, Mace's vision blurred and flickered in and out for a moment like a bad TV reception.
It was long enough, bottom of the ninth, bases loaded Moonbeam swung the bar into the clawed hand holding the gun, a shot flew uselessly into the floor, Moonbeam whacked with a vicious downward swing that almost broke Mace's wrist and the gun flew from the Dracyer's grip.
"Son of a bitch." Mace muttered as he regained his composure, his tentacles struck, quick as rattlesnakes, ten feet of muscle grabbed the pole and encircled Moonbeam's arms. Dave barely saw the iron bands of fur around his arms before he was flying through the air over Mace's head.
The landing was painful but Dave rolled into it well, when he looked up Mace was twirling the steel shaft like a baton, a bizarre show of tentacle dexterity, "You like hitting people with hard metal objects huh?"
"A little off topic, but yeah." Moonbeam admitted, Mace hurled the bar like a javelin, Dave rolled out of it's way moments before it would have struck him, the pole rushed past and imbedded itself in the side of the shoddy old boxing ring.
The Dracyer lumbered closer, Dave kicked high and hard, catching him in the throat, he turned to run and a tentacle slid over his shoulder, little barbs, hidden in the pads of the flared ends dug into his skin like a dozen small fish-hooks and he was yanked backwards to the ground at Mace's feet.
His cinderblock fist pounded Moonbeam's face before he could move again, the world swum madly but Mace's next punch hit the floor, Dave lanced a kick to the bastard's groin, strangely an evolutionary oddity had left Dracyer's reproductive organs very well protected, like they were wearing a cup permanently.
But if you hit it just right... Moonbeam was two for two, Mace's legs jolted, not only tripping him but launching him over Moonbeam onto the floor, The Dracyer's wall shaking roar sounded like a sound that would be at home coming from between a Tiger's jaws.
Moonbeam picked himself, "Sorry, don't usually go for the low blow stuff but sometimes you just got to ring the bell on a fight."
With a snarl of rage Mace spun and lashed out a powerful swipe that would knock a buffalo's block off, Moonbeam had a moment to realise the bell may be far from rung yet before he was hurtling through the air, his shoulders pounded through the glass of the second story window and he found himself falling pavement-wards fast.
He slammed to the ground, his hip reverberating with a sick crack, a jolt of pain so severe racked him that he felt sure his right leg was broken and his pelvis must now look like a jigsaw puzzle.
However Moonbeam's unbelievable luck (aided no doubt by his grade A resurrected body) had struck again, his leg was still in one piece, that one piece hurt like a bastard but no broken bones below the waist, he was quite sure there was a couple of rib fragments floating about his chest after that hit however.
Mace leapt from the window Dave had broken and hit the pavement, his powerful legs taking the landing easily, he loomed above Moonbeam, "I ain't sure a few extra thou is worth bringing you in alive for." A hand the size of a baseball glove grabbed his neck and slid him along the pavement, Moonbeam's back roared protest and shreds of singlet were ripped from his shoulders.
He flipped, rolled, tried to control it and just tumbled backwards some more, finally stopping at the mouth of an alley, with Mace was lumbering towards him Dave got up and ran down it.
With his hip screaming bloody murder running from the huge and fast alien wasn't an option, what was there in this alley to help? Moonbeam's devious eyes fixed a on a half full dumpster, so even aliens has dumpsters huh? He went around it and begun to lift, arms straining, leg begging him to stop.
Mae rounded the corner, Dave heaved and the dumpster tumbled over, the Dracyer growled surprise before it slammed down on top of him.
Moonbeam limped down the alley and into the next empty street, behind him he could hear the dumpster overturning and the Dracyer's heavy panting, Mace rounded the corner, partially supporting himself with his tentacles; he was in bad shape but wasn't giving up either.
Dave's leg was spasming and his limp had turned into almost a hop as he crashed through the shop's door, 'Mason-Dixie Pawnshop' read the faded old sign above the window.
The alien at the counter was the same species as that bastard tattoo artist Ratnim, Onbanoc, surprise registered on that strange face when Moonbeam bloodied and bent crashed through his door. "What the fuck boy?" It yelled.
Mace, moving quicker than Dave had expected smashed through the door, popping it from it's frame rather than opening it, Dave swung a hook into the creatures muzzle and it's powerful legs went out from under, leaning on the wall he managed a follow up kick to the face. "So you like chasing people huh big man?" He dropped to his knees with a pained grunt, "Well you caught me ya numb fuck."
The Dracyer punched and Moonbeam was knocked away. "Hold it right there goddamnit!" Yelled the Onbanoc, brandishing a Dracon scattergun, "hold it there or I'll blow your brains out!"
"Man this ain't none of your fuc.." Before Moonbeam could finished a tentacle flashed out hold the gun like a bat, it was the final blow Dave could take, he collapsed unconscious, moving quickly the Onbanoc swung again, smashing against the side of Mace's head.
Groggily the Dracyer watched as the Onbanoc laid the gun down on the counter and dialled the phone, "Zed? It's Maynard. The spider just caught a coupl'a flies." Mace collapsed unconscious.
Chapter Twenty-Five
When Moonbeam awoke he was tied down to a chair, Mace was beside him growling and struggling against his own bonds.
"I see you're finally awake." Commented Maynard, holding his dracon weapon rather casually, "Well don't matter, when Zed gets here, that's when we gonna have some fun."
Dracyer snarled through his ball-gag, Moonbeam got the distinct impression the 'fun' involved wasn't going to be the type everyone in the family could enjoy, more specifically he thought he and Mace were probably going to enjoy it about as much as the little guys enjoyed shower time in the big house.
Dave closed his eyes and concentrated on the muscles in his arms, against the ropes on his wrists, felt the power his unnatural body held.
Maynard stared at him, "Hey, stop that, whatever the fuck you're doing stop it!" He sounded scared, he should have been the ropes, so tight they dug furrows in his skin were breaking.
Mace meanwhile slipped a tentacle out of it's bonds, it whipped out so fast Maynard never saw it coming, whipping across his face, the hidden barbs scratching ditches across the Onbanoc's ugly features.
The ropes broke, Moonbeam leapt up, Maynard managed a shot that blew the chair that Dave had been sitting in to pieces, Moonbeam ran out the back room into the main body of the store, Mace roared curses behind him.
Moonbeam yanked the door open, a bell above signalled it's opening, "Well we lost one but I got you babe." He heard Maynard laugh, keeping the Dracyer tentacle under control with several of his own, "Yeah I don't think your buddy's to set on rescuing you."
Moonbeam was crazy and cruel, but he couldn't leave a fellow warrior to a fate that he thought worse that death, sodomized by a couple of squid and made their bitch? Just wasn't right, Mace may have tried to kill him but they were to alike, on the same team, he was one of the bad guys too.
The door shut behind him as he turned to the store, what to compete with the scattergun? A hammer was on the shelf, nah not destructive enough, an old-style chain saw? Too Friday the 13th.
Then he saw the Hawjabran sword nested high on the shelf, gladiatorial-combat style, engraved with runes along the blade and as sharp as an Oscar Wilde witticism.
Maynard was saying something about Zed when Moonbeam walked backed in the room, his back was turned, Mace growled threateningly and strained against the heavy-duty handcuffs on his wrists, "So long you queer squid cocksucker." Moonbeam said.
The Onbanoc twisted, bringing around the gun, Moonbeam sliced and the tentacles holding the gun sluiced off and landed on the ground like so much calamari.
Using his powerful legs Mace managed to crash his chair into Maynard, knocking him down, tentacles flew but Moonbeam hewed through them like jungle vines, this sword meant business.
With an across slice faster than the eye could follow Dave struck the final blow, Maynard's eyes bulged in surprise, slit of sky-blue widening, blue blood leaked out from in between those huge horse teeth and the top half of his body slipped off, a completely clean cut had sliced him in two so fine the blood still ran up and down his veins till the top half hit the floor and the bottom followed.
Moonbeam snatched the keys of the dead Onbanoc and unlocked Mace's cuffs and undid his ropes, the Dracyer remained silent as the ball-gag dropped from his mouth.
"Mate." He said at last. "You did me a solid, I tried to kill you and you saved me from a fate worse than death, hell in some cultures that'd mean I'd owe you a life debt."
"Fuck off." Moonbeam replied.
"Yeah I know, bullshit, but law of the street is you pay a guy back when he does that for you, tell you what, lemme buy you a drink."
They stalked out of the shop, glass from the broken door grinding beneath their feet, rounding the alley was a motorbike, growling like a caged beast, it looked like any normal human motorbike, even had wheels which was strange, you didn't see many non-hover vehicles around here, 'GRACE' was blazed across it's teardrop gas tank.
The rider was anything but human though, another Onbanoc, bright red and ugly, his tentacles clutched the purring chopper.
"Mind if I borrow the sword?" Mace asked, Dave handed it to him. "Zed?"
"What's it to..." something clicked in his three eyes as if he was noticing them both for the first time, "Oh holy motha of...." The sword sluiced through him as cleanly as it had his brother, the top half flew backwards with a stream of blood the bottom with tentacles still wrapped around the bike drove on, Mace reached out and grabbed the handle bars, the tires screeched in protest till he shut off the engine and pushed the chopper to the ground, it feel with a clank and a wet slap.
They stared at the dead half wrapped around the bike for a moment, Mace handed Dave back the sword, now dripping with blue alien blood.
"So how about that drink?" Moonbeam asked finally.
"Giddyup." Mace agreed, the walked back down the street together, two proud warriors returning from battle, "I know this great little place a block from here." He continued as they walked off, "Best Yahien Wings in this sector of the galaxy."
"Yeah?"
"Well they wouldn't put it on the menu if it weren't true right? And they got these great things made out of Fon's they cut them up and arrange it into this flower shape, absolutely...." Their voices faded gradually with the morning light, not even nine yet and it had already been one hell of an interesting day.
***To Be Continued***
Britz-Y'know maybe if you guys reviewed more I'd be faster, you think of that? That's right I gone from pleading to bitter in the time it took to zip down the page, review damnit! Oh, also I'd like to throw a big ol' disclaimer to the pretty obvious stolen scenes from Pulp Fiction, it started as homage and got out of hand, eh, at least I didn't let Mace be banged up the patoot.