Chapter 172 It's Getting to Cramped!
Crisga Jamon's Island: Crisga's Shack: Rint Vs Crisga
Pointing his gun hand with the quickness as he is in within firing range of Crisga, eyeing the muzzle of Rint's gun hand, smiling as he moves his right arm ultra-fast to position the firearm somewhere else away from his face, Crisga says, seriously you're trying the same tact. No creative.
After listening to his boastful comment as he gets the time down on when Crisga is about to grab his weapon, swiftly converting it into a dagger at the last possible moment that he gets close enough, crouching his body within striking distance of Crisga's stomach, Rint takes the opportunity and slashes him with one smooth slice.
Caught off guard as he gets cleanly cut on his midsection, leaning forward at Rint as he grabs Rint's left shoulder and switches places with him to get from out of the cramped space near where his hammock is, nimbly taking a couple steps back, only a slight inch away from the doorway leading out of the shack. Touching the gushing wound that is now staining his shirt a nice dark red, responding back with a still composed disposition, Crisga says, ok that wasn't the same tact. Looks like were even now, both drawing blood I see! But since this battle is getting a lot friskier, what's say we step outside, since it's getting a little too cramped in here yeah!
With his hand morphing back into its original shape, answering back with a prominent scowl resting on his face, Rint says, it makes no difference where we handsomely fight. I will end your bitch ass life.
Backing up to the door of the shack with his face looking complacent as he rips off his right sleeve of his shirt, revealing his muscular bullet wound covered arm, Crisga says as he begins to wrap the fabric around his midsection, I'm glad your eager then!
Grabbing the knob of the door with his back still facing the door frame, opening it as the sunlight breaks through into the shack, continuing to speak as he jumps back out into the light, Crisga says, then come and bask in the sun with me friend!
Not having anything to say, Rint just bolts to the door, stopping abruptly as he reaches the entrance, with the light dancing over his apricot skin, Rint just stares at a laxed but also ready to continue Crisga as he stands armed with his Colt 45, being outspoken since the start of their confrontation, Crisga says, what a nice and sunny shimmering day for a battle wouldn't you say! Now that were out in the open and have space to flutter our joints, let's kick up this dance!
End of Chapter 172