moving through men, women, babies, sick and old … humans enslaved, raped … annihilated. Knowing the effect he had, and savoring the moment, Quabil stood right in front of him looking straight into Jason’s eyes.
“Nice T-Shirt! Last time you had on shiny armor!” Quabil’s voice had a vibrating tone to his mockery that stabbed at Jason.
“I was hoping we would meet, human. You see…” the demonic soldier looked eager to unleash the rage but he wanted slower revenge… “…I was sure that when I saw your face, I would just kill you that same moment…” His smile would have frozen anyone’s guts. “But now, seeing you I just want to laugh! This is just hilarious, don’t you think?”
Jason did not answer. He just kept looking at him, ready to move.
The malice in Quabil’s voice grew stronger, wave piling on wave. “You made my day! Correct me if I am wrong: you came to stop me, alone without any help. You have no protection of your funny friends from above, no armor, no weapons but those two funny knives hidden in your boots…” His short laugh made the whole scene ridiculous.
“…And you probably expect me to be afraid of you … and your T-Shirt?”
Jason did not answer anything but smiled. War would start soon.
“Did the cat eat your tongue? Or do you just consider me not ‘worthy of your words’?” Quabil raised his voice, gathering power.
In deep level tones, Jason responded with one question:
“Empty words come from a man I have already killed once. It is useless to postpone your inevitable destiny of dying from my hand again. Who has eaten your courage?”
Part 8
The War
XXVI.
The rage inside Quabil erupted - the smile of ridicule changed into a furious grimace. He jumped as if he had been doused in boiling water!
“As you wish”, he hissed. “Why don’t I simply relieve you of your pitiful existence! ”
With no further warning, Quabil unleashed his rage on Jason, who felt a strong pressure around his neck. An invisible force lifted his whole body from the ground. While Quabil raised his erect arm, slowly the pressure around Jason’s neck made breathing hard - he was fighting for air. This fighting with an invisible enemy appeared weird and grotesque.
“Now, he needs a few holes on his arms and legs. DO NOT kill him!” Quabil ordered his assistants, who were just waiting for that.
Jason then realized that for some reason, Quabil needed him alive. He stopped fighting the pressure of the invisible hands that were strangling him, reaching instead for the butterfly swords in his boots. The first few bullets were surprisingly easy to avoid. Their weapons fired orange beams that were more damaging than bullets but the cold, mirror-like surface of butterfly swords redirected them effectively.
His years of martial art practice and intense training now did pay off, more than ever before. Jason successfully redirected the orange beams with his blades, so they smashed into stone walls and the roads below them, melting holes the size of tennis balls into the stone. The baldheaded attacker on the left was shooting at Jason more, and with much better precision than the other attacker, but the handles of both swords got hotter after each hit. Jason could smell skin and wood coming dangerously close to the point of ignition. He had to end this soon.
Quabil decided the same for different reasons. It had been intriguing to watch at first, but now Jason’s demonstration of skill, speed and reflexes annoyed him. In an attempt to end this, he closed his fist forcefully. That made the pressure around Jason’s neck intolerable. His face became red, and movement slowed. He started to lose focus and felt he would faint any second …
Using practically the last molecules of oxygen, he moved both arms almost simultaneously. A double throw attacking movement, when used diagonally with a sharp-edged weapon, cuts the target at an unpredictable angle that is very hard to block. There
“Nice T-Shirt! Last time you had on shiny armor!” Quabil’s voice had a vibrating tone to his mockery that stabbed at Jason.
“I was hoping we would meet, human. You see…” the demonic soldier looked eager to unleash the rage but he wanted slower revenge… “…I was sure that when I saw your face, I would just kill you that same moment…” His smile would have frozen anyone’s guts. “But now, seeing you I just want to laugh! This is just hilarious, don’t you think?”
Jason did not answer. He just kept looking at him, ready to move.
The malice in Quabil’s voice grew stronger, wave piling on wave. “You made my day! Correct me if I am wrong: you came to stop me, alone without any help. You have no protection of your funny friends from above, no armor, no weapons but those two funny knives hidden in your boots…” His short laugh made the whole scene ridiculous.
“…And you probably expect me to be afraid of you … and your T-Shirt?”
Jason did not answer anything but smiled. War would start soon.
“Did the cat eat your tongue? Or do you just consider me not ‘worthy of your words’?” Quabil raised his voice, gathering power.
In deep level tones, Jason responded with one question:
“Empty words come from a man I have already killed once. It is useless to postpone your inevitable destiny of dying from my hand again. Who has eaten your courage?”
Part 8
The War
XXVI.
The rage inside Quabil erupted - the smile of ridicule changed into a furious grimace. He jumped as if he had been doused in boiling water!
“As you wish”, he hissed. “Why don’t I simply relieve you of your pitiful existence! ”
With no further warning, Quabil unleashed his rage on Jason, who felt a strong pressure around his neck. An invisible force lifted his whole body from the ground. While Quabil raised his erect arm, slowly the pressure around Jason’s neck made breathing hard - he was fighting for air. This fighting with an invisible enemy appeared weird and grotesque.
“Now, he needs a few holes on his arms and legs. DO NOT kill him!” Quabil ordered his assistants, who were just waiting for that.
Jason then realized that for some reason, Quabil needed him alive. He stopped fighting the pressure of the invisible hands that were strangling him, reaching instead for the butterfly swords in his boots. The first few bullets were surprisingly easy to avoid. Their weapons fired orange beams that were more damaging than bullets but the cold, mirror-like surface of butterfly swords redirected them effectively.
His years of martial art practice and intense training now did pay off, more than ever before. Jason successfully redirected the orange beams with his blades, so they smashed into stone walls and the roads below them, melting holes the size of tennis balls into the stone. The baldheaded attacker on the left was shooting at Jason more, and with much better precision than the other attacker, but the handles of both swords got hotter after each hit. Jason could smell skin and wood coming dangerously close to the point of ignition. He had to end this soon.
Quabil decided the same for different reasons. It had been intriguing to watch at first, but now Jason’s demonstration of skill, speed and reflexes annoyed him. In an attempt to end this, he closed his fist forcefully. That made the pressure around Jason’s neck intolerable. His face became red, and movement slowed. He started to lose focus and felt he would faint any second …
Using practically the last molecules of oxygen, he moved both arms almost simultaneously. A double throw attacking movement, when used diagonally with a sharp-edged weapon, cuts the target at an unpredictable angle that is very hard to block. There
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