I haven't been around the forums in a while, I've been quite busy with work and whatnot, but since I have a windows phone with built in Microsoft Office, I've been able to go through my story and do some major revisions where they were needed. I'm still far from finished the actual story, but this fight as evolved FAR from the old fight with the Minotaur seen in the link below: now he isn't even fighting a Minotaur. He's fighting something I somewhat made up. Cainites are the descendants of Cain(from the bible) who live in Nod, a world parallel to Earth(or Eden). You can see that the scene starts, and ends on the same general line, but everything in-between is COMPLETELY different.
It's considerably longer than it was before, but I hope you'll enjoy. It's much improved.
I started heading for the door again, walking past Bruce, and he followed. "You know, my magic doesn't always fail. I'm cursed. My spell failure is 100% completely random. Sometimes it works, sometimes it don't. Sometimes what I want to happen, happens, sometimes something totally out of the blue occurs, and of course, like last night sometimes both happens.
I opened the door and let Bruce walk out first. "This might be one of those times." He said, panic creeping into his voice. I didn't quite catch the tone of his voice, and his words didn't quite click until I saw what he saw. Upon stepping out of my house I was blinded by the morning sun shining in my eyes as it rose over the neighbors house from across the street. I shielded my eyes with my hand and, at first, didn't believe the size of the hooded figure standing on my front lawn, but after the ordeal last night, I came to acceptance pretty quickly.
The man standing on my front lawn was easily eight feet tall with the bulk of a professional bodybuilder. His eyes were glowing red under the hood, which I immediately took as a sign that this guy meant business. Yet the thing that caught my attention the most was the giant battleaxe in his left hand. He looked to be having absolutely no problem wielding it with one hand.
The man pushed his hood off his head with his free hand, giving me a better view of his face, and terrifying me further. The man underneath the hood had grey skin. Grey like Roswell alien grey. To each side of his head he had a curled black horns, and he was sporting a sinister looking white goatee.
He tilted his head slightly to the side and asked, "Richard Darius Warren?"
Wondering how this beast of a man knew my whole name, I cautiously responded, "Yes, that's me."
"Draw your weapon. I have come to collect the bounty on your head and my honor demands it to be a fair duel."
"There's a bounty on my head!?" I panicked.
"What Canite did you piss off to have them send Muth after you?"
"Muth? What's a Muth?"
"He is Muth," Bruce answered, pointing at the stranger on my lawn. "Only the most feared bounty hunter in all of Nod. I haven't heard word of him stepping foot on this side of the veil for several hundred years."
I looked at Muth, "Man, you don't come round these parts often, do you?"
"It has been four hundred and seventy-one years since I last stepped foot on Eden," came Muth's annoyed response. "Do you have a weapon or do I need to provide one?"
"Um..." I mumbled scratching the back of my head.
"No matter. What is your weapon of choice? I shall create one for you."
I took another look at his battleaxe. The thing could easily cleave me in two. "A gun would be nice."
"Excuse me?" the beast asked.
"A gun. You know... Bang bang." I said making a shooting motion with my thumb and index finger. When he still didn't understand I said, "Pistol? Firearm? No? Musket?"
Finally, recognition, "A musket? Why would you want to use such a crude, ineffective form of weaponry?"
I grinned at him, "It's the only type of weapon I'm trained in, and besides, muskets have evolved a long way from when you last stepped foot on this side of the veil."
A bulge appeared in the grass in front of me and formed into three distinct objects: an old-timey musket, and two leather pouches.
"I have not seen one of these new muskets, so you will have to deal with what I know how to create." He raised his axe in a battle-ready stance. "Since you are obviously not trained in any fighting styles, and you are staring at that musket like it's a Zerian Slime beast, I shall let you make the first move in the duel before I kill you."
"Thanks for that," I mumbled as I bent down and picked up my supplies, shaking my head at what I had to work with. It was a freaking matchlock rifle of all things, he hadn't even had the decency to provide me with a flintlock rifle.
"Bruce, be a dear would you and run inside to the hutch in the dining room. There's a lighter in the top left drawer."
"Sure," he said, and ran back inside. I hoped to God I could figure out how to do this or I'd be on my way to meet him real soon. I'd only ever seen these things used in movies like The Patriot and Last of the Mohicans. The first pouch contained my gunpowder. Scratching my chin, I looked for the little hatch on the top of the gun. Once found, I opened it and poured some gunpowder in. I had no idea as to the proper amount. The second pouch had five metal balls. I hoped it wouldn't take more than five shots to kill him, then again with this reload speed I hoped I could kill him in one. I put a pellet in the end of the gun, detached the ramrod, and jammed the pellet down as far as I could. Bruce returned with my lighter which I used to set the end of the rope on fire and locked it into position.
Muth looked at me amused, "You see why I was questioning your use of such a weapon?"
"I told you, modern guns are far more efficient."
"Shall we get started?" he beckoned.
"Yeah, yeah." I grumbled.
I lifted the extremely heavy gun, aimed it at the tall grey man, and fired. I was so not prepared for the kickback. I was knocked back from the force of the gun firing and lost my balance. I hit my head on the stone steps behind me so hard that I saw stars. I knew it was important for me to find out if I hit him, so I gently tried to sit up, only to see an axe swinging at my head. I let out a little girlish yelp and rolled to the side. The axe smashed into my front porch sending concrete chunks flying from where my head used to be. As I scrambled away, I awkwardly stumbled upright.
Muth charged at me again after dislodging his ax from the porch. I don't know how, but I managed to dodge out of the way and backed up toward the road, pleading, "Hey now, my weapon's over there. I'm unarmed again."
"A true warrior never would never let his weapon out of his grip in battle." He took another swing at me. I tried to dodge again, but he clipped my left shoulder. I cried out in pain, though it was really nothing more than a scratch, and charged him. Call it berserker fury if you will, but the guy was not expecting it. I tackled that motherlover and began beating him repeatedly in the face with my fists.
He kneeled me in the family jewels, which was a really jerkish move of him, and pushed me off while I clenched in pain. I stood shakily and backed up toward the porch. Muth spit a lot of blood onto the lawn, it was red, which was good to know I supposed.
"Why aren't you helping!" I said through clenched teeth, but Bruce just scratched the back of his head as if he wasn't sure what to do.
"I think you've got it pretty well handled," he replied, "I wouldn't want to make matters worse by using magic."
I picked up the musket again and put more powder in just in time for Muth to charge again. I jumped back into the house, to which Bruce had left the door wide open, and slammed the door shut on his face. Muth's axe splintered into the wood of my front door, one more expense I was not looking forward to, but gave me the precious time I needed to reach into the other pouch, grab a pellet, and jam it in the end of the gun. I had just detached the ramrod when he kicked my door clean off its hinges, sending it flying halfway up the stairs to my second floor. Seething with rage, Muth raised is axe. I twirled to the side and flicked the ramrod at him using the centrifugal force for extra power and nailed him right in the eye. He lowered his axe and rubbed at the spot while I backed up and gave myself some more distance. I stood in the hallway by my bedroom while I jammed the pellet down the barrel. Myth calmly walked up toward me, anger in his eyes. I was unsure of what he intended to do, since his weapon was still lowered, so I put the ramrod back into place and aimed the gun at him. He smirked, slid the ramrod back out from its holder and snapped it in two.
"Hey..." I whined.
"I only meant to give you one weapon," he snarled.
He hoisted his axe again, so I pulled the trigger. All I got was a click. A panicked glance told me that the rope was missing. Where the hell did it go? I thought frantically as Muth once again swung his axe at me, this time in a horizontal arc. I'm proud to say I pulled off some serious Matrix moves. Time seemed to slow: maybe it was my battle instincts kicking in, or maybe it was just that extra shot of adrenaline, but I slid under that axe blade like it was a freaking limbo stick. I slid between Muth's legs and quickly got to my feet on the other side. Muth was already swinging at me again by the time I turned to face him, so I flipped the gun around, dodged to the right, and smacked him on the side of the head with the butt of the rifle. It took him a moment to shake that off, but I was already scrambling for the front entrance. Searing pain tore through my Achilles heel and I fell to the ground, unable to support my weight. I rolled over and tried to back up, but he swung his axe down again, and this time I was unable to avoid it. It nailed me right in the left shoulder, pinning me to the floor. The pain was excruciating. I didn't want to struggle against it for fear of losing my arm, if I hadn't lost it already.
Myth smiled down on me, "It is over. A valient attempt Sir Warren, but it was not enough."
I defiantly raised the musket with my good arm and pointed the barrel under his chin. He simply laughed. "What do you expect to do with that fools weapon? You have no more fire."
Jacob, I cried, I don't know where you been buddy, but now'd be a good time to help out!
And just like that, an arc of lightning leapt from my arm to the gun. BLAM! Brain goo everywhere. I was sooo not cleaning this up.
Muth's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slumped over, but his axe was still lodged in my shoulder.
"Bruce!" I screamed as loud as I could, but honestly, it came out a bit raspy.
Bruce poked his head in the door. "Ooh, that looks right nasty that does."
"GET IT OUT!" I yelled at him. Bruce shrugged and made a couple good tugs on the axe. "It's lodged in there pretty good," he commented.
Jacob materialized next to Bruce, causing him to jump.
"You couldn't have helped me sooner?"
"I am sorry. I had to be sure you were in mortal danger before I intervened." Jacob replied. He walked over to me and said, "Here, let me see that."
Jacob's avatar simply reached down and grabbed the axe as if he were actually corporeal, ripped it out of the floor, and tossed it aside.
"Magnetism. The axe is mostly steel." He looked at the wound concerned, "Let me see to that."
"Hey now! I know you can do some amazing stuff, but electricity can not cure wounds."
"No, it can't, but holy magic can. You're forgetting I'm an angel."