by Andrew Modeen on Sat Dec 31, 2005 8:29 pm
Raphael / A Back Alley
Raphael gave a grunt, writhing against the iron grip of his four Foot assailants. His struggle wouldn't be to any avail.
"Let me go, you Foot pieces of sh*t!" the Turtle snarled.
A fifth Foot, appearing to be something like a leader to the foursome holding him down -- and presumably the six other, unconscious Foot scattered about during the struggle -- stalked back and forth in front of where he lay.
"You fight well, Green One," the mysterious Foot spoke in broken English. In its hand it brandished one of Raphael's sai, expertly twirling it in one hand before transferring it to the other. "Unfortunate..." he continued, pausing as if unsure he was using the correct English word, "... that your fight is now over."
Raphael sneered at his quarry. "You have your flunkies here let me go, me and you do some mano-e-mano right 'chere and we'll fuc --"
With that, the lead Foot hurled the sai he held at the restrained Turtle. The weapon buried itself deep in his shoulder, thrown with such force Raphael -- even while still being held -- was sent back a couple of feet, his thighs and shell scraping against the wet concrete beneath him. Raphael didn't make a sound but the pain was written all over his face; his anger... well, he made no mystery about that.
"Now, Green One," the lead Foot spoke again, sounding very pleased with himself, "time for your endgame..." From behind its back the Foot Soldier retrieved and revealed Raphael's other sai. Holding it by its central prong and lifting it above him, it seemed clear he was now taking aim for the Turtle's head.
"YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT YOU FOOT SCUM!" a familiar woman's voice echoed loudly across a nearby city street.
The Foot Soldiers panicked, clearly startled, if only for the moment.
A moment was all Raphael needed.
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Andrew Modeen on Mon Jan 16, 2006 10:27 pm, edited 1 time in total.