Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Carnage on the High Seas: Twelve

"You can't win, Green Man," Colonel Rostov snarled, dawing back from the masked figure. "I am the finest swordsman in Europe."

"Everyone has to lose some time," the Green Man moved forwards, his blade darting at the Colonel's face. The vicious mercenary was only just able to dodge. Drawing a knife from his belt, he thre it at the masked figure, who only batted it aside with something akin to contempt.

With a snarl, Rostov leapt forward. Hero and villain crossed blades. Rostov glared at the Green Man, as he easily absorbed all the blows rained on him. The Green Man laughed, parrying another thrust.

"Do you think that I could be the terror of the underworld and not be able to match a villain like you?" he mocked, his blade grazing Rostov's side.

"You are a devil!" Rostov cried, "a devil and not a man!"

"No," the Green Man shook his head. "Soon you will know what a devil is."

Rostov saw the Green Man drop his guard for a moment. He took his chance. Too late, the ruthless mercenary realised that he had miscalculated. He felt the burning pain, as the Green Man's sword punctured his chest.

Rostov's lifeless body crumpled to the ground.

The girls ran down a corridor, Ms. Madison leading the way.

"So you only pretended!" Lady Sylvia cried after Ms. Madison.
"And Max fell for it!" the blonde laughed. "Now we have to get the control room before they restore power! Before the Sheikh can activate his device."
"That will be hard when you are dead."
The girls came to a dead stop. There, in front of them, was the Sheikh, a gun in each hand.

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