Chapter 160 Tiny House Brawl!
Crisga Jamon's Island: Crisga's Shack
This smug bastard here, as I say this while staring at his stupid unblinking face with no signs of feeling threatened. Pouncing forward as I make the first move to start our showdown in the little rinky dinky shack, speeding toward Crisga with a calm sense of adrenaline coursing through my veins, I say as I near the man with an icy chill to my voice, you say people tried taking you out aye. Well today I'm going to make that handsomely come to light.
As his face expression doesn't even twitch to change into any form, now up close with my pistol in his face, looking into the barrel of my gun, Crisga just smirks with confidence an says, we shall see! Right as I'm about to fire at this mother fucker at point blank range, moving his left hand like a speedster, Crisga swats my arm away, making me miss and fire in a completely different direction.
Instantly counter attacking with a quick and heavy blow to my stomach as I go off balance from him swatting my arm away prior, now feeling a sharp and burning pain circulating through my abdomen, Crisga says as he talks down to me with a laxed and tranquil tone, you serious right now Rint! Is this all the tactics you got friend? Because if so your claims of trying to kill me have just shot down to 1%!
Coming quick with another fast-moving strike, seeing this one coming as I Recover from his first tag on me, this time with a speedy right leg aimed towards my face, spotting an opening as it presents itself as his leg almost nears my skull. Reacting at the last second, I lift my left leg and divert his wind splitting kick away, now with his body weight off center from my counter, wasting no time at all, shifting my momentum forward as I get close to his personal space, blasting off a good Mike Tyson type upper cut right in his fucking chops.
Feeling my knuckles dig into his underjaw as his feet raise from the floor, I send Crisga flying with a little glint of satisfaction on my face as he crashes down on top of a cluttery desk, breaking it right in two with the sheer force of his landing. Eyeing the now laying in broken wood and papers Crisga, I say with a still cold but witty tone in my voice, that was just a handsome taste of what's to come you bitch ass manbun bastard.
Not down for long from my what I thought was a good blow from me, popping up rather abruptly with his Visage still irksomely the fucking same, dusting himself off with a tad bit of blood leaking from his right cheek, Crisga says, I think I spoke to soon when I made fun of you a second ago. That wasn't a bad shot, but it's still going to be a lot more tedious for ya to really bring me down.
Before he can spew another word from his trash ass mouth, springing into action once again this time firing three quick and powerful shots at the bastard this time, I say not a damn word. Dodging the three regular bullets with no cares expressed on his face, talking again as he swiftly points his Colt 45 at the ground, baffled at this gesture he's doing with puzzlement colored on my handsome face, Crisga fires with no falter, right as I open my mouth to speak, something hot instantly hits the back of my left shoulder blade. As blood spurts out from the shocking attack I didn't see, I say in disbelief, Wha-?!! Snickering with subtle delight at my stunned eyes, Crisga says in a mused tone, I guess were done warming up huh?
End of Chapter 160