Greetings my friends. I have finally found the time to update my story. I again will say that Sly 3 is an awesome game and the Panda King is very nifty
Sly leapt to the up and to the right, using is incredible leaping ability to launch himself seven feet into the air and away from the whizzing bullets fired by Tex. Murray instinctively threw himself flat as the bullets started flying and Bentley wheeled quickly down an alley.
"You can run coon! But you can't hide!" Shouted Tex, continuing to fire as Sly rushed down a side street, "I'll get the coon, you boys get the para and his big buddy." Murray picked himself up off the ground, only to be greeted by the sight of about twenty angry bikers rushing at him. He jumped back a few feet and put up his fists. He was a fierce combatant, but twenty opponents seemed a little much, even for him. As the mob passed a darkened alley several of the bikers in the back seemed to slump over, seemingly asleep. Murray smiled, knowing his diminutive partner was at work. He grabbed two of the frontrunners faces and rushed forward, dragging them down as he head butted a ferret, causing the biker to stagger back. By this time the rest of the mob had surrounded him forming a rough circle around him. They began cheering as a dog rushed him. A sort of sixth sense warned him of another presence behind him, and he grabbed his first opponent, throwing him into a weasel who was trying to stab him from behind.
Meanwhile, a rat biker called Strez turned from the circle to notice his insensate comrades. He called over two of his friends, a ferret and a coyote, called Fen and Thranx respectively.
"That seem a little unusual to you two?" Strez asked, a thick Bronx accent easily distinguishable in his speech.
"Yeh" Thranx responded, and followed as Strez began sniffing the air, walking towards an alley.
"I think I saw some movement back here." Fen said, and followed Strez towards the alley. They entered it, only to find nothing except a small metal sphere that flashed red from a band in the center.
"Wha" began Thranx who was cut short by an explosion that threw all three bikers were thrown off their feet. Fen blinked as he began to get up, Thranx having shielded him from the majority of the blast. He blurrily saw a small form in a wheel chair approach before lethargy filled him, and he slumped to the ground.
Murray took a punch to the chest from his opponent, barely feeling it. He lashed out, catching his opponent with a vicious right blow, and then dodging quickly to avoid a knife thrust from another biker. He grabbed the knifeman's arm, twisting, then knocking him to the ground and finishing him with a kick to the head. The circle of bikers, though diminished, cheered and shouted even louder, despite the fact that several of their number had fallen to "The" Murray's flying fists. He wondered why the cheering, then felt a burst of pain in his back that knocked him off his feet. He rolled over and leapt to his feet, facing a wiry monkey who was wielding a long chain with a metal weight at one end. The monkey snapped the weight out again, and then drew it back as Murray dodged aside. Murray got ready to rush his screeching opponent, but lost as the biker wrapped the chain around Murray's neck. He grabbed at it, trying to pull it off, but to no avail. He wracked his brain, trying to think of anything as his oxygen was slowly cut off. Just as he began to see spots he had an idea. He shifted his weight backwards, drawing the chain taut. He then wrapped a section around his hand and pulled the monkey towards him. He then swung his enemy upwards, bringing the monkey high above his head. He swung the biker around his head a few times, bringing him down with a resounding thud.
Meanwhile, Sly rushed down a side street, rushing past several buildings as bullets whizzed by him, one grazing his shoulder and another clipping his leg. He leapt over a metal fence and into an outdoor restaurant, jumping over and on two tables, then onto the balcony, then the roof. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Tex stop, quickly holstering one revolver, and reloading the other at an astonishing speed, then repeating the process. Sly leapt along the low Old-West style roofs, just staying ahead of Tex's shots. He crouched behind a sign as the shots ceased, an idea forming in his head. A few seconds later the shots started again. Sly counted them as he ran along the rooftops. One, two three four, as he sprinted across the top of a sign, five, six, seven, eight as he jumped to the next roof, nine, eleven, and twelve as he leapt to the ground. Sly realized that with Tex's speed he only had a few seconds, so as he hit the ground he twisted, and then jumped forward, rolling towards Tex, slamming both feet into his canine opponent. Tex was knocked off his feet with a grunt. He wordlessly rose to his feet and swung a quick punch at Sly. Sly regretted leaving his cane in he van, but it wouldn't have meshed with his disguise. He nimbly danced out of the way of Tex's blow, next barely dodged a follow-up kick that was made twice as dangerous by the wickedly sharp spurs on Tex's boots. Sly lashed out, hitting Tex with a one-two punch that made him stagger, at the same time noticing a very distinctive tattoo of a snake that coiled around Tex's hand and looked to stretch up his arm. Sly's observation was cut short as Tex punched again, but again failed to hit the nimble raccoon. Sly drop-kicked Tex, knocking him off his feet again. The hound dog staggered to his feet, then stepped back and raised his hands in a sign of defeat.
"Alright coon, you got me here. I'll leave, but I think you and I will cross paths again."
"We'll see," Sly said, keeping up a fighting stance, not completely trusting his opponent. Tex just walked away, stopping only to pick up his revolvers. When he reached the main thoroughfare he saw a good deal of his bikers on the ground moaning or unconscious.
"Let's go boys," he called. "Looks like you haven't done much better than me." Murray dropped the pig he was punching as the bikers still conscious picked themselves up and carried away those who weren't. They got on their bikes and rode away. Sly walked up to Murray, who was brushing himself off and checking his various bruises and injuries. Bentley wheeled up behind them, merely shaking his head as he saw the blood from the minor wounds Sly had taken.
"That was unusual," Sly said, "and I think we should investigate them further. But their already pretty far away and tracking them inconspicuously would be hard."
"Lucky for us then that I planted a few tracking devices." Bentley said with a smile. "We can follow them easily with a device I have in the van. This may be the best lead we've found since we began this job, or it could be an utter dead end."
"Only one way to find out then," Sly said with a mischievous grin.