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SOOO hot. :::sighs::: Too bad he's married, eh? Anyway, I'm glad you like
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Aphrodite have pity on all love struck fools. Lol.)
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~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~ **~**~** Arachnophobia – Part Two – The Bandits *~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~* **************************************************************************** *********************************** Last Time on Arachnophobia: "HEY!!" but just as Hercules was going to shoot something back at his friend, they were suddenly surrounded. **************************************************************************** ***********************************
"All right," said Hercules, looking at the group of ten or eleven men. "Which ones do you want?"
Iolaus glanced at the crowd, sizing up a few of the bigger men.
"I think I'll take the two with matted hair and the one with the stick," he muttered, mostly to himself. "We'll see where we go from there, okay?"
"Oooh, lookee here, boys. Check this out, Shorty here wants to fight!" the obvious leader laughed loudly. "He thinks he's gonna beat us!"
Iolaus' normally kind eyes turned to icy steel at the word 'Shorty'.
"Just gimmee an excuse," the hunter challenged, unsheathing his sword.
"Well, now you've done it, you've gone and made him mad," sighed the son of Zeus.
"I got a hundred Dinars here that say you can't beat me!" Iolaus taunted.
'Oh boy, here we go...' thought the demigod.
The short blonde took up a fighting position and waved the bandits toward him. That was their sign. The group charged forward, hoping to maul the compact hunter. It was too late to correct the mistake they made. As usual, the enemy had judged Iolaus on his size instead of his skill. And to add fuel to the fire, they had called him 'Shorty'. Another HUGE no-no. The hated nickname had plagued him since his Academy days.
"You're MINE!!" one of them yelled, throwing a wild punch.
As Iolaus ducked beneath the blow, he retorted, "Not today, pal!"
The small man aimed a low kick to the man's kneecap. Hercules could hear the crunch of the broken bone all the way from where he was. He watched as the man went white with pain and crumpled to the ground.
A moment later, the original two that Iolaus had picked out (The ones with matted hair) came barreling at him.
Hercules was tempted to help his friend out when they both caught Iolaus' arms and a third thug came up in front of him, all set to knock the wind out of him. But..... he should of done it when he had the chance, because before he knew it, Iolaus had pushed off the ground and into a back flip.
Using the bandits on either side of him for support, Iolaus had kicked the third man in front of him, twisted out of the other two's hold and knocked them out, all in one smooth motion.
The other seven men, bound to avenge their comrades, ran forward to meet the hunter and demigod. There was a glint of silver that caught duos' attention.
"Swords," they said simultaneously.
As the two with blades rushed forward, Iolaus thought quickly.
"Remember when I was purple*?"
"How could I forget?" Herc grinned remembering when that happened.
"On three," the hunter said.
The hunter and demigod stood back to back. Hercules put his arms over his head and Iolaus grabbed his wrists.
"One."
Iolaus felt Hercules' muscles tense.
"Two."
The demigod spread his feet apart for a better effect.
"Three!"
Iolaus was suddenly flipped over his friend's back and they both ducked, just as the bandits swung their swords at the heroes.
A moment later, two grunts of pain were heard when the blades landed.
"It still works!" Herc exclaimed, standing up.
"Not as good as when we were younger," Iolaus groaned, rolling his shoulder.
The last of the bandits stood their ground as the pair of heroes walked towards them.
"Get your friends and gout outta here," Hercules ordered.
Obediently, the men went around waking up those that were groggy and carrying those that were nowhere near consciousness. They then looked at the warriors shamefully and took off.
After they were gone, Iolaus and Hercules resumed their trek towards the small village.
"Everywhere we go..." the hunter grinned.
"Don't you ever get tired of fighting?" asked the demigod.
Iolaus pointed to himself, miming 'Moi?' innocently, causing his partner to laugh.
"Me, tire of fighting?" Iolaus thought about it for a moment. "Nah."
"Never?"
"Never," was the confirmation.
They continued to walk to the village. Each step brought them closer and closer, until finally, just as the sun was setting, they saw a small archway reading 'Eretria'.
"Here. This is the place," stated Hercules.
Iolaus looked at all the villagers bustling around the marketplace. Some were scrambling after their children, while others were arguing with merchants about overpriced food. It looked like a typical village to him.
"C'mon, lets see if we can sort things out with the magistrate first," Hercules' voice broke through his thought.
Iolaus allowed himself to be led through the crowded streets and alleys as he continued to watch the people go about their daily business. A small child of about two or three ran out in front of him, nearly knocking the hunter to the ground.
Finally, they reached a building taller than all the rest. Two guards were blocking the entrance, armed with a sword and spear each.
As Hercules an Iolaus stepped towards the door, the guards moved in front of it and blocked their way.
'Great,' thought Hercules, 'Now what?' ~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~ **~**~**
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry if that was a little short, but I had to run! Enjoy it! If you have any questions or comments, REVIEW or email me! Thanks!
Shadow Fox777 Thank you. And if I get some more reviews, I'll eventually get an epilogue up on 'Torture' soon. (That IS why you're reviewing, huh? I knew it!!)
PadFootCc Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying it!
~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~ **~**~** Arachnophobia – Part Two – The Bandits *~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~* **************************************************************************** *********************************** Last Time on Arachnophobia: "HEY!!" but just as Hercules was going to shoot something back at his friend, they were suddenly surrounded. **************************************************************************** ***********************************
"All right," said Hercules, looking at the group of ten or eleven men. "Which ones do you want?"
Iolaus glanced at the crowd, sizing up a few of the bigger men.
"I think I'll take the two with matted hair and the one with the stick," he muttered, mostly to himself. "We'll see where we go from there, okay?"
"Oooh, lookee here, boys. Check this out, Shorty here wants to fight!" the obvious leader laughed loudly. "He thinks he's gonna beat us!"
Iolaus' normally kind eyes turned to icy steel at the word 'Shorty'.
"Just gimmee an excuse," the hunter challenged, unsheathing his sword.
"Well, now you've done it, you've gone and made him mad," sighed the son of Zeus.
"I got a hundred Dinars here that say you can't beat me!" Iolaus taunted.
'Oh boy, here we go...' thought the demigod.
The short blonde took up a fighting position and waved the bandits toward him. That was their sign. The group charged forward, hoping to maul the compact hunter. It was too late to correct the mistake they made. As usual, the enemy had judged Iolaus on his size instead of his skill. And to add fuel to the fire, they had called him 'Shorty'. Another HUGE no-no. The hated nickname had plagued him since his Academy days.
"You're MINE!!" one of them yelled, throwing a wild punch.
As Iolaus ducked beneath the blow, he retorted, "Not today, pal!"
The small man aimed a low kick to the man's kneecap. Hercules could hear the crunch of the broken bone all the way from where he was. He watched as the man went white with pain and crumpled to the ground.
A moment later, the original two that Iolaus had picked out (The ones with matted hair) came barreling at him.
Hercules was tempted to help his friend out when they both caught Iolaus' arms and a third thug came up in front of him, all set to knock the wind out of him. But..... he should of done it when he had the chance, because before he knew it, Iolaus had pushed off the ground and into a back flip.
Using the bandits on either side of him for support, Iolaus had kicked the third man in front of him, twisted out of the other two's hold and knocked them out, all in one smooth motion.
The other seven men, bound to avenge their comrades, ran forward to meet the hunter and demigod. There was a glint of silver that caught duos' attention.
"Swords," they said simultaneously.
As the two with blades rushed forward, Iolaus thought quickly.
"Remember when I was purple*?"
"How could I forget?" Herc grinned remembering when that happened.
"On three," the hunter said.
The hunter and demigod stood back to back. Hercules put his arms over his head and Iolaus grabbed his wrists.
"One."
Iolaus felt Hercules' muscles tense.
"Two."
The demigod spread his feet apart for a better effect.
"Three!"
Iolaus was suddenly flipped over his friend's back and they both ducked, just as the bandits swung their swords at the heroes.
A moment later, two grunts of pain were heard when the blades landed.
"It still works!" Herc exclaimed, standing up.
"Not as good as when we were younger," Iolaus groaned, rolling his shoulder.
The last of the bandits stood their ground as the pair of heroes walked towards them.
"Get your friends and gout outta here," Hercules ordered.
Obediently, the men went around waking up those that were groggy and carrying those that were nowhere near consciousness. They then looked at the warriors shamefully and took off.
After they were gone, Iolaus and Hercules resumed their trek towards the small village.
"Everywhere we go..." the hunter grinned.
"Don't you ever get tired of fighting?" asked the demigod.
Iolaus pointed to himself, miming 'Moi?' innocently, causing his partner to laugh.
"Me, tire of fighting?" Iolaus thought about it for a moment. "Nah."
"Never?"
"Never," was the confirmation.
They continued to walk to the village. Each step brought them closer and closer, until finally, just as the sun was setting, they saw a small archway reading 'Eretria'.
"Here. This is the place," stated Hercules.
Iolaus looked at all the villagers bustling around the marketplace. Some were scrambling after their children, while others were arguing with merchants about overpriced food. It looked like a typical village to him.
"C'mon, lets see if we can sort things out with the magistrate first," Hercules' voice broke through his thought.
Iolaus allowed himself to be led through the crowded streets and alleys as he continued to watch the people go about their daily business. A small child of about two or three ran out in front of him, nearly knocking the hunter to the ground.
Finally, they reached a building taller than all the rest. Two guards were blocking the entrance, armed with a sword and spear each.
As Hercules an Iolaus stepped towards the door, the guards moved in front of it and blocked their way.
'Great,' thought Hercules, 'Now what?' ~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~ **~**~**
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry if that was a little short, but I had to run! Enjoy it! If you have any questions or comments, REVIEW or email me! Thanks!