The Other Side
549 Words
As I slowly made my way around the maze of boxes and crates, I heard the distant sounds of fighting that came downstairs.
"Guess Eddie has a lot on his plate", I think to myself
I would really prefer just having a straight forward one versus many fight. I'm incredibly high strung right now because of the maze of boxes and crates here in the second floor. I never know when someone would attack me from one of my blind spots.
That girl earlier cut me up real good. The wounds she inflicted on me still throbbed with pain. Her move "Spike" was really good. Quick and Efficient.
"I wonder if I could imitate that move?", I think to myself.
I could probably copy its basic principle since I won't really be able to emulate it perfectly since it uses double daggers and a lot of stabbing motions. My sword Wind Breaker, which I got from Ken isn't made for stabbing.
Wind Breaker is a one sided blade. These swords are better suited for slashing and cleaving of body parts. This isn't to say however that I couldn't stab with this sword. I could still do it but I think it would be best to stick to what I do now.
While I was lost in thought, I saw a glint of silver from the corner of my eyes. There was a quick snapping sound. Then bang! something shot out from the corner of my eyes. My shoulder felt hot, then I held onto my shoulder.
The faint moonlight that swept the room allowed me to barely see as I looked at my hand. It was covered in blood. Something shot me. Because I was high on adrenaline from my last fight, I didn't feel any pain coming from my shoulder, it was just hot. As I clasped my shoulder, a voice came from the direction that I was shot at. It was a tall guy dressed similarly to the girl I fought earlier.
"Hurt ain't it?", the man said. "They don't call me Pistol Pete for nothin!"
Pistol Pete? I think to myself, but his attire doesn't indicate that he is a gunman. He doesn't have any gun holsters on him, I don't see any guns on him either.
"What was that?", I ask him. "How'd you shoot me?"
"Well you see, I am the famed Pistol Pete!", I used to work as a gun for hire. But as I awakened my new power I slowly climbed up the ladder of the underworld! Gone are the days of being paid dirt cheap!", Pistol Pete proclaimed.
"This guy is a f*****g braggart!", I think to myself. "He was extremely cocky, but I could probably use this to my advantage".
I just have to get him to keep talking so I can understand what he hit me with earlier. He shot me but he didn't use any type of gun as far as I know, also I don't feel like there is a bullet in me. His power is extremely odd. I still don't understand it and I can't really see properly what he is doing because of this dimly light floor.
I just have to get him to keep talking. Eventually he might accidently say what his ability is.
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