Gorilla tried one last time to bring his gun up to the centre line, desperately trying to steady his aim at the dark figure, but was stopped by a spinning back foot that connected with Gorilla"s shoulder, sending him crashing to the jungle floor.
On his back now, Gorilla brought the gun to his hip in a retention position and fired off two instinctive shots. The report of the weapon silenced the jungle… but the dark figure, the large, cat-like man, jumped to the side, the bullets missing him easily, and tucked himself into a forward roll and sprang off into the camouflage of the jungle.
Gorilla raised himself to a kneeling position, the revolver held out ready in case Caravaggio came back for another attack. He"s toying with me, he thought. He"s showing off, showing off his skills and wha
