Chapter 167 Never Doubt a Champs Tenacity!
Crisga Jamon's Island: Base Camp: Wink Vs Pepo
Wink:
Getting up from the psycho's beating I just took from the butt of his gun, slowly gathering myself as my body stings all over with these bloody open wounds. With my good eye not swollen, I stare at the bastard Pepo.
Smiling at me like the sick fuck he is, impressed for some odd reason that I'm still up, the bastard, opening his shit eating mouth, Pepo says with a twisted happy delight in his voice as he plays with one of his hats, you got spunk! The fact that you can even still stand, especially after I beat you all black and blue! Bravo! Most impressive little purple spiky haired boxer!
Clenching my teeth with anger building up in my heart, still having a lot of fight left in me, grabbing both my pistols with a slight of hand, charging up my gunergy again to show I'm not out of this fight. Pointing both my guns with no words to say at my clownish looking foe, except for my attack, I say with bass in my voice as I launch my strike, Double Jab Barrage! Pulling the triggers on both firearms simultaneously, I let off a great fire work display of bullets.
Eyeing the oncoming bullets headed straight for him with no expression of concern on his smug face, actually running toward the projectiles, Pepo says, my my a whole slew of bullets! Come on boxer boyo! I thought this was going to get good but then you do this simple and lame attack like this!
Dodging my speedy jab bullets like a roller skater breaking it down on the floor, finally making it almost to me as he wafts and sways past of couple more shots, now just heading straight for me with a crazed goblin grin formed on his cheeks, Pepo says as he balls up his right fist, I would say you were fun to play with but, you weren't with your weak ass! After making his last disrespectful comment towards me, throwing his punch aimed at my face, waiting just a couple more seconds as his fist gets closer, seeing the opening as his arm is still outstretched, ducking his blow with great timing.
Pointing my right pistol under his armpit, I fire and say, Super Stinger Jab Bullet! Pressing the trigger with no hesitation, as my attack hits him square in the pit, shocked by the sudden sneak as his arm gets blown open, with his usual bastard like grin fading into contorted disbelief, seizing the moment that he is off balance, grabbing the muzzle of my other gun I didn't fire, cold like a blade in a blizzard as I open my mouth to make my claim, I say, never doubt a champs tenacity mate!
Smacking him with a high volition of precise whacks with the butt of my gun, I say one more thing as he is now evenly battered blue and red with wounds just like me self, I say, just cause a fight nears the later rounds, a true champion will never throw in the towel no matter the damage.
End of Chapter 167