06-26-2017, 02:53 AM
Quote:Face to Face
Harlan Higgs vs Mad Bull
The hammer fell against the pin on Sergeant Estes’ revolver, letting loose a thunderclap of ear-splitting death from the fiery muzzle. The first. 38 special slug catapulted across the short 20 yards from Mad Bull in a deadly path for Harlan Higgs’ sinister face.
KAPOW!!
The bullet went harmlessly through the chimeric illusion, shattering a stage-light in an explosion of sparks. From behind the mammoth cop, Harlan appeared. In a single shimmering movement, the vampire spun his prey around and delivered a pointed blow to the solar plexus.
“Over here my churlish friend!” Harlan intoned in a mocking cockney accent, releasing a swift combination of elbow and bare knuckled strikes, like a boxer sparring with a rack of beef ribs.
The hulking cop snorted as if the blows had fallen like fly-bites on a raging bull. Sensing counterattacks, Harlan lifted his forearms to guard, but a meaty open-handed slap from the giant knocked them away. The boss of the Gentleman Jacks stood wide-eyed for moment until the bear-sized paws of Mad Bull wrapped their fingers around his neck. The gargantuan cop lifted the dapper gent off his feet; and Harlan’s wing-tipped shoes fought in the air as the Sergeant’s fingers throttled his windpipe.
The ancient mall and been left to countless years of neglect, yet somehow the glass storefront of a department store had remained intact. The marquee across the pane of glass read, “Bullock & Burdines: Fine Ladies Apparel,” at least until the well-dressed rogue crashed through it in a shower of glass. Mad Bull stood just outside, his chest puffing after executing the stiff toss.
As the remnants of the glass marquee twinkled down, a stillness grew between the two men. Darkness enveloped the insides of the department store and within that inky black, the cop knew he would be at the disadvantage. He stomped towards the broken window, making way for cover against the outer wall. As he advanced, heavy shots rang out.
PTAAM! PTAAM! PTAAM!
Harlan’s .357 Magnum spitted hot fire, but the rounds zinged harmlessly overhead. The lawman hugged the side of the wall, hesitating to advance into certain death. Harlan had made the stakes clear from the start - there would be no retreat, only bloody violent confrontation. Nonetheless, he waited at the edge of the window, hugging the wall. Suddenly, an idea came to him. Revolver in hand, he dashed past the window, firing his hand-cannon once without aiming.
KAPOW!!
The blaze of the Smith & Wesson’s muzzle flash momentarily blinded Harlan, but within half a second, his .357 answered back with three more shots.
PTAAM! PTAAM! PTAAM!
click!
By the time “Mister Pinstripe Suit” could return fire, Mad Bull was already safely hiding on the other side of the window, huddled against the wall.The seasoned lawman grinned; he had heard what he was waiting for. The click!
With a bellowing war cry, Mad Bull rushed through the broken window towards Harlan. The dapper mafioso was crouching behind a cash register, hurriedly attempting to reload the gun’s six empty chambers. The gorilla-sized man burst through the little cashiers desk and into Harlan. A fist full of unloaded ammunition scattered as the burly Sergeant tackled the vampire and pushed them both through the thin wood-paneled walls separating the lobby from the store showroom.
The two men tumbled, raising a cloud of dust, but the “gent” scampered out of reach, leaving the lumbering man atop a pile of splintered wood.
“Cough! Cough!”
Sergeant Estes cleared his throat as the dusty cloud began to dissipate. Within the haze he raised his firearm, four bullets still rattling within the cylinder, and scanned the dimly lit area for any sign of his adversary. He crouched low, then slowly advanced through the store’s aisles. Rows of tables were laid out with fanciful cloths in all manner of styles. At one time, the store must have been filled with hundreds of women, but for now, it held only two men with a coupon for death.
~~shuffle, shuffle!~
A quiet sound murmured to the lawman’s left. In a split-second he pivoted, leveled the barrel of his revolver at a waifish form 20 yards distant, and fired.
KAPOW!!
Fire from the gun barrel illuminated the insides of the mall for a brief moment. The sergeant could see the bullet collide with the head of the figure, exploding through the skull and splattering white chunks in a wide spray. Colorful clothes turned into shredded confetti that languidly rained down, their fabric ends singed. The smell of burnt plastic exuded. Mad Bull trotted towards the target, eager to confirm the kill. Pushing through a pile of mildewy dresses, he knelled over the corpse but could only grimace in fury.
The body gave the hollow thunk of worthless plastic. A mannequin. A fucking mannequin!
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Mad Bull shoots his first revolver round, but Harlan used Chimerstry to trick Mad Bull.
Harlan uses his Comstock Style, but Mad Bull just uses his brute strength to fling him through a window.
Harlan fires his Colt Python three times, but misses.
Mad Bull shoots his revolver once again to draw out three more shots from Harlan, emptying Harlan's gun.
Mad Bull rushes Harlan and bursts the two through a wall, but Harlan escapes because he's so stealthy.
Mad Bull takes his third revolver shot, but once again misses.