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Fred had chased through the woods. He had been backed into a thicket of
vines and thorn bushes. Seven scantily-clad, red-headed amazons have just
declared he was going to be dinner. Fred did the unexpected thing and kicked the leader in the crotch. She double over, puking. Fred tore the spear from her ham-sized hands and ran forward, screaming. It was calculated to surprise the Amazons. It worked. Sort of. Two of them backed off but four others stepped in. Fred ducked a sword stroke and swung his spear. It cracked into a freckled-woman's temple and she went down like a sack of potatoes. Fred spun the weapon hard. Swords bounced off the treated wood. He then brough it up and over his head. It slammed into the chins of the two coming in from behind. Fred reversed the weapon and drove it forward into an Amazon's stomach. She doubled and fell to her kneeds. Fred ran forward, leapt, pushed off her back and got into the lower branch of a nearby tree. He swung his legs up. A spear shot by, right where his right knee was a second ago. Then Fred was gone, leaping from branch to branch to tree. Another spear went for him but was deflected by a fortunate branch.
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