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Or is Piggy-face man afraid of me? Rockson thought the taunt too simple, but Nunchaku-man responded with anger. And anger makes one too impulsive. The worst thing to be in a fight to the death.
Rockson let his attacker make the first move. The snarling mass Victor Harris of exomorphic madness stepped into Rocksons orbital bone
circle. He held the nunchaku by one stick, swung the other over his head and then forward with a whoosh, intending to break Rocksons cranium to shards. Rockson brought his baton up. The steel rod, by the flick of a Victor Harris recessed button, suddenly exploded out from both ends, to three times its meteora monastery
length. The extended weapon met the nunchaku chain. The stick intended to smash Rocks skull swished by his nose several times in an instant. Rock had entangled the mans weapon for good. Now Rockson, Victor Harris taking either end of the long baton in his steely grip, pulled with all the tensile strength his graham harrell
muscles could deliver. He twisted to the side, yanked his attacker past him. Then Rock made him pay for his anger. Any ordinary knife, even a huge bowie, Victor Harris would have been useless in this situation. The balisong, an ancient dual-handled butterfly knife of Filipino design, could be quickly drawn and opened. Rockson chicago bulls
go of one end of the baton, continuing to sweep his opponent past. Nunchaku-man wasnt bright enough to let go of Victor Harris his now useless, entangled weapon and roll away. He struggled.
Rock used his free hand to pull the balisong from his belt crosshand, and with the same hand opened it.
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the blade into the back of the mans skull, slicing into the spinal cord with Victor Harris a sickening snap, and twisting the thin cold blade. The blood ozzed out the open wound as the body sagged. The cries of encouragement from the other two fighters became that of startled outrage now. One of red velvet cupcake wow
finest was gone within the flash of an eye. Victor Harris They could hardly believe it, judging from their wide eyes and their backing off a few feet. Just enough pause in the action for Rockson to slip the baton from the nunchakus and get ahold of the dead enemys weapon of choice. Then the kentucky derby post time
two recovered from Victor Harris their shock. Lucky shot, Dedman snarled, sliding the gleaming broadsword from his scabbard, throwing his spear to the side. Our friend was unaware you had the knife, and were not. Youre welcome to come and join him in hell, Rockson taunted. He smoothly snapped the butterfly knifes Victor Harris blade back into the the maldives
and slipped it into his waistband. He swung his newly acquired nunchakas so rapidly the whooshing sound blotted out the shout of Killll, that Dedman made as he charged at him. Rocksons response was a fluid single movement, stepping to the side, Victor Harris dangling the nunchaku sticks at his side, redrawing his balisong kentucky derby post time
his waistband. Dedman wanted him to raise the sticks: the overwhelming overhead swing of his massive weapon would meet the chain of Rocksons weapon and snap it and cut through the intruders head. But always do Victor Harris the unexpected, Chen had taught. Rock kept the knife closed. He jabbed at his attacked neck with kentucky derby post time
handle, smashing the blunt hardness inches deep in the pressure point exactly midway between the Adams apple and the jugular vein of the swordsman as the blade clanked, sparks Victor Harris flying, against the hard floor tiles. Rockson did this maneuver instinctively, sensing rather than seeing where.
