06-17-2017, 12:40 PM
BURBLE! BURBLE! BURBLE!
Pockets of air raced up through the water from Sergeant John Estes’ mouth, popping above the waterline as Lord Zedd cackled with glee.
“I’m sorry my blubbery friend! It seems my grandeur has quite simply taken your breath away!”
The policeman struggled underneath Zedd’s heel, thrashing wildly below the surface of the churning sea. As the two men battled, it seemed Poseidon himself had decided to watch the contest, throwing the once peaceful beach into a foaming bedlam.
Mad Bull grasped Zedd’s foot with one hand, attempting to push it off, but to no available. As each wave crashed against the overlord, he let out another mad laugh, savoring his opponent's frantic attempts to prolong their miserable life a moment longer.
Another great belch of air left Mad Bull’s throat as he struggled. The light was getting dark for the policeman and he could sense that within seconds he’d be lost to the surf, making a colossal feast for the local crabs. In desperation, he raised his revolver with his other arm and squeezed the trigger. The hammer obeyed and cracked against the next round.
Plooompt…
The revolver pathetically sputtered, unable to fire properly while still underwater.
“My, my! What big lungs you have in that fat gut of yours, officer!” Zedd gloated.
“YEAAARRGH!!” he suddenly cried, hopping on one foot. The regal villain looked incredulous with a pained expression slipping through his normally menacing visage. As he clutched the chewed remains of his heel, Mad Bull rose to the surface.
“Swine! How dare you nip at the heels of the future ruler of mankind!”
Mad Bull spat a mouthful of blood and pinkish chunks of flesh into the sea; he leered with predatory satisfaction at Zedd, while gasping at the air. The officer was soaked; he raised a burly forearm to his mouth and wiped the blood and salty ocean water off his mustache. As Zedd clutched the injured foot, the policeman stared him down in abject fury. The lawman tossed aside his sidearm, letting the heavy revolver splash noisily to the sandy bottom. Sensing that the shoe was now on the other foot so to speak, he waggled his nightstick at Zedd as if he was chastising a naughty child. The cop brandished the truncheon for a moment, then too threw that away in a fierce display of bravado
“We’ll settle this like men,” Mad Bull thought inwardly.
His jaw locked, teeth grinding against teeth while he raised his dukes. The mammoth cop stepped up to Zedd and walloped the haughty lord with a right hook. Zedd spun, reeled from the blow, and touched hesitantly at his metallic visor. MAD BULL rushed forward, like Ali bearing down on Liston, and jabbed his left fist into Zedd’s chest, staggering the man another pace. Another wave crashed atop the two brawling fighters, spraying them with a shower of gory pink ocean foam
The Sergeant barreled down on Zedd, grasping his opponent's shoulder with his right hand, locking the teetering lord in his gorilla-sized paws. Three hefty blows plowed into Zedd’s stomach, doubling him over. The red hulking villain sputtered at the onslaught. Mad Ball clasped both of his fists together, aiming to deliver a finishing double axehandle smash across Zedd’s back.
Pockets of air raced up through the water from Sergeant John Estes’ mouth, popping above the waterline as Lord Zedd cackled with glee.
“I’m sorry my blubbery friend! It seems my grandeur has quite simply taken your breath away!”
The policeman struggled underneath Zedd’s heel, thrashing wildly below the surface of the churning sea. As the two men battled, it seemed Poseidon himself had decided to watch the contest, throwing the once peaceful beach into a foaming bedlam.
Mad Bull grasped Zedd’s foot with one hand, attempting to push it off, but to no available. As each wave crashed against the overlord, he let out another mad laugh, savoring his opponent's frantic attempts to prolong their miserable life a moment longer.
Another great belch of air left Mad Bull’s throat as he struggled. The light was getting dark for the policeman and he could sense that within seconds he’d be lost to the surf, making a colossal feast for the local crabs. In desperation, he raised his revolver with his other arm and squeezed the trigger. The hammer obeyed and cracked against the next round.
Plooompt…
The revolver pathetically sputtered, unable to fire properly while still underwater.
“My, my! What big lungs you have in that fat gut of yours, officer!” Zedd gloated.
“YEAAARRGH!!” he suddenly cried, hopping on one foot. The regal villain looked incredulous with a pained expression slipping through his normally menacing visage. As he clutched the chewed remains of his heel, Mad Bull rose to the surface.
“Swine! How dare you nip at the heels of the future ruler of mankind!”
Mad Bull spat a mouthful of blood and pinkish chunks of flesh into the sea; he leered with predatory satisfaction at Zedd, while gasping at the air. The officer was soaked; he raised a burly forearm to his mouth and wiped the blood and salty ocean water off his mustache. As Zedd clutched the injured foot, the policeman stared him down in abject fury. The lawman tossed aside his sidearm, letting the heavy revolver splash noisily to the sandy bottom. Sensing that the shoe was now on the other foot so to speak, he waggled his nightstick at Zedd as if he was chastising a naughty child. The cop brandished the truncheon for a moment, then too threw that away in a fierce display of bravado
“We’ll settle this like men,” Mad Bull thought inwardly.
His jaw locked, teeth grinding against teeth while he raised his dukes. The mammoth cop stepped up to Zedd and walloped the haughty lord with a right hook. Zedd spun, reeled from the blow, and touched hesitantly at his metallic visor. MAD BULL rushed forward, like Ali bearing down on Liston, and jabbed his left fist into Zedd’s chest, staggering the man another pace. Another wave crashed atop the two brawling fighters, spraying them with a shower of gory pink ocean foam
The Sergeant barreled down on Zedd, grasping his opponent's shoulder with his right hand, locking the teetering lord in his gorilla-sized paws. Three hefty blows plowed into Zedd’s stomach, doubling him over. The red hulking villain sputtered at the onslaught. Mad Ball clasped both of his fists together, aiming to deliver a finishing double axehandle smash across Zedd’s back.