for it, Elroy knew it, they knew it, they could not see the very real threat he posed for them.
Red Beard was trying to circle him with Green Scales, they were boxing him in, cutting of his escape.
But Elroy did not want to escape
"Ok," Elroy smiled, "let's play it your way."
He watched the girl's face closely, she was in charge of the group and she would want Red Beard and Green Scales to attack at the same time. To make this happen they would both look to her for the signal.
So he ignored them and watched her instead.
There was always a tell, always a signal, always a message when three people tried to fight together. Elroy had been in enough fights to know what to look for.
As Pale Blue's eyes flickered from side to side she nodded fractionally, and Elroy moved.
Taking one long step forwards his right arm shot out and he punched her in the throat as hard as he could.
She was completely and utterly unprepared for the brutality of his assault. Every instructor he'd ever had had taught him, if you are going to hit someone them hit them hard. You make damn sure that they go down and don't get up, you might not get another chance.
So he hit her in the throat, on a normal human it was a fight ending strike and he wanted to make sure that she was unable to speak for a long time. He didn't want her attempts to control him to distract him when he was dealing with the other two thugs. From the feel of the impact, and the way she collapsed to the floor he knew straight away that she was out of the fight
Green Scales and Red Beard were now behind him, still attacking where he had been, not were he was now.
Elroy spun, stepped right and grabbed Red Beard by his red beard, pulling down sharply so that his head shot downwards to meet Elroy's knee as it moved up. The chin is actually remarkably easy to break if you hit it in the right place with the right force. Elroy felt it shatter and shift as his knee followed through, flinging the man shrieking backwards.
Green Scales tried to land a clumsy punch, but Elroy grabbed his fist easily. He then held it, while he punched him repeatedly in the face four times, before letting him go, allowing the youth to fall unconscious to the floor.
The entire incident had taken less than three seconds, and Elroy was not even breathing hard.
Not bad, he thought, the old skills were still there, he still had it.
Now, turning to Cranberry Juice, Stanley he reminded himself, he helped him get to his feet. Giving him the once over he could see that Stan was bruised, and shocked, but not really badly hurt. The MAH had not had time to really go to town on him before Elroy had intervened.
"You'll be ok," he said, holding Stan up by his elbow.
"Thanks," Stan looked up, he vaguely recognised the man who had saved him from somewhere, but his alcohol befuddled brain could not quite place from where. "Have we met before?"
Elroy laughed, "Only the once, and we won't again I think. I suggest you go home now, you are not in any condition to be stumbling blindly through Lowtown."
Elroy dragged Stanley back to the main street, vaguely satisfied that none of the thee assailants were moving, he suspected that Pale Blue Girl might not even be breathing. Their problem he thought, I did warn them. Elroy flagged down a taxi, paid the driver a wad of money, and said "Drive him around until he can tell you where he lives, then take him there."
With that he shoved Stanley in the back of the cab, closed the door and turned to continue on his way.
He didn't see the taxi drive off, or see it stop at the next junction, where Stanley got out and stumbled off down the road.
Ten minutes later Elroy had cut out of Lowtown and was at the office of the Superhuman Liaison Office pathologist. Well he as sitting in the reception of the Superhuman Liaison Office pathologist reading this months copy of Cosmopolitan. He had just
Red Beard was trying to circle him with Green Scales, they were boxing him in, cutting of his escape.
But Elroy did not want to escape
"Ok," Elroy smiled, "let's play it your way."
He watched the girl's face closely, she was in charge of the group and she would want Red Beard and Green Scales to attack at the same time. To make this happen they would both look to her for the signal.
So he ignored them and watched her instead.
There was always a tell, always a signal, always a message when three people tried to fight together. Elroy had been in enough fights to know what to look for.
As Pale Blue's eyes flickered from side to side she nodded fractionally, and Elroy moved.
Taking one long step forwards his right arm shot out and he punched her in the throat as hard as he could.
She was completely and utterly unprepared for the brutality of his assault. Every instructor he'd ever had had taught him, if you are going to hit someone them hit them hard. You make damn sure that they go down and don't get up, you might not get another chance.
So he hit her in the throat, on a normal human it was a fight ending strike and he wanted to make sure that she was unable to speak for a long time. He didn't want her attempts to control him to distract him when he was dealing with the other two thugs. From the feel of the impact, and the way she collapsed to the floor he knew straight away that she was out of the fight
Green Scales and Red Beard were now behind him, still attacking where he had been, not were he was now.
Elroy spun, stepped right and grabbed Red Beard by his red beard, pulling down sharply so that his head shot downwards to meet Elroy's knee as it moved up. The chin is actually remarkably easy to break if you hit it in the right place with the right force. Elroy felt it shatter and shift as his knee followed through, flinging the man shrieking backwards.
Green Scales tried to land a clumsy punch, but Elroy grabbed his fist easily. He then held it, while he punched him repeatedly in the face four times, before letting him go, allowing the youth to fall unconscious to the floor.
The entire incident had taken less than three seconds, and Elroy was not even breathing hard.
Not bad, he thought, the old skills were still there, he still had it.
Now, turning to Cranberry Juice, Stanley he reminded himself, he helped him get to his feet. Giving him the once over he could see that Stan was bruised, and shocked, but not really badly hurt. The MAH had not had time to really go to town on him before Elroy had intervened.
"You'll be ok," he said, holding Stan up by his elbow.
"Thanks," Stan looked up, he vaguely recognised the man who had saved him from somewhere, but his alcohol befuddled brain could not quite place from where. "Have we met before?"
Elroy laughed, "Only the once, and we won't again I think. I suggest you go home now, you are not in any condition to be stumbling blindly through Lowtown."
Elroy dragged Stanley back to the main street, vaguely satisfied that none of the thee assailants were moving, he suspected that Pale Blue Girl might not even be breathing. Their problem he thought, I did warn them. Elroy flagged down a taxi, paid the driver a wad of money, and said "Drive him around until he can tell you where he lives, then take him there."
With that he shoved Stanley in the back of the cab, closed the door and turned to continue on his way.
He didn't see the taxi drive off, or see it stop at the next junction, where Stanley got out and stumbled off down the road.
Ten minutes later Elroy had cut out of Lowtown and was at the office of the Superhuman Liaison Office pathologist. Well he as sitting in the reception of the Superhuman Liaison Office pathologist reading this months copy of Cosmopolitan. He had just
Similar Books
