CHAPTER 4: EASIER TO RUN
The two began circling each other. Tragedy drew her rapier,"Now you die!" she screamed," you called me Anya and then you want to insult my intelligence by firing your guns at me? My father always told me never to bring a sword to a gun fight, but then he never saw me handle my sword!" she lunged at him, he quickly doged and shot bullets at her. They pierced nothing but air, he'd missed her entirely! Where had she gone? He'd never seen anyone move that quickly!
Suddenly a swordslashed through his leather trenchcoat and neatly sliced open his back. The wound wasn't very deep, however. He wondered why she hadn't killed him. Before he had time to ponder this, she was on him again. Her sword cut his leg very deeply, he fell to the floor shooting aimlessly at her.
"You give up on arresting me yet, coward?" she jeered as shelanded near his head,"Just who are you anyway?" her interest in him was very surprising. She was now sitting on the barcounter running her fingers over her blade," Well are you going to answer me or are you too afreaid to speak. What is it, my stunning beauty? My swordplay skills? The fact that you're getting your ass kicked by a girl?" she paused and laughed.
"My name is. . ."
she interrupted him,"Your name is Van Helsing, you work for the Vatican under, Pope Jinettes's order, you have a friend in the corner. I believe his name is Carl. Your weapons consist of duel wrist Chinese inscriptions, quite impressive really, duel glocks, and a very strongly gas-propelled crossbow. You're also the one who kept the Frankenstein monster safe," she sheatherd her rapier and took out duel knives.
"Well, you did your homework. Who told you I was coming?" Van Helsing asked as he got up.
"Why you did," she laughed," I saw you in Vatican City when Cardinal Jinette gave you the assignment," she looked at the shocked expression on his face and laughed again,"I was standing right next to you, I even asked you a question," she looked at him in defiance.
Though his leg hurt him badly, Van Helsing was determined to catch this woman,"So you're the one who asked me if you could ride with me to London!" he gasped.
"That's right!" she said, taunting him," Now you have three choices, you may leave in one piece, you may stop this madness now and quit working for the Vatican and join me in the hunt for the real murderer, or," she paused to put away her knives and drew a long, heavy sword," you can fight me to your death!"
"Well, that doesn't give me any good options, but I guess I'll have to chooose the fighting with you," he clicked his wrist blades out.
"Have it your way," she spoke with an arrogant confidence.
"Well. . ." he started to say something as he sped up his wrist blades," you could. . ." he looked up and she was gone. He mentally kicked himself for taking his eyes off of her for even a few seconds. He scanned what parts of the room that he could see, but no sign of her.
Tragedy looked down on him from the rafters,'If he's who he says he is, he'll see this coming,' smiling at her own cleverness, she shot a barrel of beer open with her blow gun.
Van Helsing knew she wouldn't stay dormant for long, he had to think fast. He heard the rush of air abouve him and rolledto the right, barely missing a keg of beer as it came crashing down.
Tragedy giggled to herself as she positioned herself with his back facing her again. He was so predictable.
"I suppose you play this cat and mouse game to make yourself feel powerful," he dared, trying to invoke one of those witty comebacks she was so good at. She was silent, however. Suddenly he detected movement directly in front of him,'How is it that I still don't see her?' he asked himself, befor he had time to answer his own question he heard the metal click of spike-heeled boots landing directly behind him.
"Well, for your information I only play this little,'cat and mouse' game because I find it amusing. I am already confident enough to have killed you ten times within the last eight minutes; it would have been extremely simple," she raised her sword into the kill position," you've made it so easy to corner you, well it was fun while it lasted," she laughed.
Van Helsing knew if he didn't do something, and fast, he would die right there. He dodged to the right and turned, but found no one behind him. Tragedy predicted his movements once again, and stayed behind him. She could move silently when she pleased. He'd soon realize that he'd only know where she was if she wanted him to. Once more she prepared to make an instant-kill strike.
Before she even had time to bring her blade down on Van Helsing's neck, let alone run its lenth into his spine, she sensed the friar coming up behind her. She turned and stuck her blade out, running it through Calr's side. He emitted a choked sound and then a gasp, before falling. She ducked, missing Van Helsing's wrist blades, and pulled her sword out of Carl, who slumped over.
"Carl!" Van Helsing gasped, and dropped down next to Carl,"Are you alright?"
"Look out behind you!" the friar managed. Van Helsing turned and blocked Tragedy's blow with his arm. He ground his teeth and winced as he felt the steel cut through to the bone. Carl blacked out as Van Helsing's blood spattered his face.
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Though he was in an immense amount of pain, Van Helsing picked up Carl and carried him begind the bar counter. Tragedy looked on, smirking.
"There's a major soft spot in you," she pondered,"you've grown to care for these humans just as I have," her eyes brimmed with tears,"is he alright?" she asked, walking toward them. She bent down and sheather her blad," I didn't know who he was. She took a piece of cloth from her bag," this should him," she placed the cloth on his wound.
"You're my enemy, why did you just care for your foe's accomplis?" Van Helsing asked in shock.
"He looks like Adrian," she whispered, as if she'd surprised herself by speaking that name,"I loved him," tears fell.
'So she does have a heart; wait!' he thought.
"If you loved him then. . ." he looked confused, then enraged,"why'd you kill him?"
"I did NOT murder him!"
"You're pay for that!" she said, rising,"Every word!" she drew her swords.
She swung at him fiercely with her right sword, he parried and she noticed he was limping to one side,'Well, I still have the advantage,' she thought.
Van Helsing, however, was trying to find a weakness in her. It was obvious she spent a lot of time training with her swords, and everything else.
"You seem to be having some problems, Van Helsing," she smiled,"Maybe you're thinking it's easier to run."
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