battle royale

i grimace as i cauterize my arm wound while im being dragged around, then suddenly i pull in suzies arm as hard as i can overbalancing her.

Suzie tilts with the arm, lowering her center of balance before clubbing Ignacy the face with her shotgun. "You little shit," she growls menacingly, "Either give up, or give me the pleasure of killing you out right." She turns the but of the shotgun up into his lower jaw and there's a sickening crunch as tooth and bone shatter before she knocks him prone with a practiced elbow to the sternum.

"Now now." a throaty voice purrs from the shadows, "there's no reason to ruin his pretty face, Shooter. If he's that much trouble, just give him to me." Smiling, Lena steps from the shadows, her long legs displayed to perfection in a deep blue mini-dress. Her ice-blue eyes glint. "I'll even throw in some of the bounty. Mine's a good bit higher for him than yours, take my word on it."

Rolling her eye, Suzie puts a boot to Ignacy's throat and lets the barrel of her gun rest between his eyes. Her other hand pulls a concussion grenade from one of her bandeliers. "I always collect on my contracts. I have a reputation to maintain."

"And I always take what's mine, dahling." the tall woman coos, "And he's mine." She toys idly with a knife in her hands, her smile feline, predatory.

"Shame," Says Suzie, lifting the shotgun in a fluid arch and firing both barrels, blessed and cursed ammunition, into Lena's midsection. Working the pump, she grinds her heal down as she feels Ignacy twitch.

The bullets ping off a wall of ice that, in the blink of the eye, encircles the woman's toso. "Now, there's no need for that, Miss Shooter." Lena says conversationally, brushing the bullets aside, "You're a fine little talent, and I have no argument with you. Think of it this way: I'm buying your contract. Happens all the time in the business dear."

"You buy what's for sale," Suzie grinds from behind clenched teeth as she eyes Lena, her eye hard. Pulling several shell from her belts, she slides them into the breach, a nasty smile on her face.

Lena sighs as if at a slight annoyance. "Oh, very well."
Then she started to move. She flashed forward, her impossibly lithe body a streak, her arms growing spikes of translucent ice. She slashes, leaving a long ragged gash down Suzie Shooter's lower arm, and spins.

Suzie winces as the wound begins to heal behind the blade before pumping another pair of rounds into Lena's retreating figure. The shotgun appears to explode as white hot prosperous erupts from the twin barrels in ever expanding cones, setting fire to a nearby street stand, wisely abandoned by its owner.

Lena twists out of firing range with a laugh, jumping forward and landing catlike to kick the gold-haired bounty hunter first in the gut, then in the head. She jumps back, then grows out another long blade of ice along her forearm, and slashes down.

Suzie absorbs the blows before bellowing and clubbing aside the icy blade with her gun stalk. Swinging as hard as she can, she clips Lena at the ear with the gun before she can spin away again, knocking her off balance.

"Now that wasn't nice." the tall woman says teasingly. "Not nice at all."
Then she slams her spiked fist up into the woman's jaw.

"Bitch."
Suzie's gun fires, putting a plumb of phosperous through Lena's torso and driving her away as she tenderly touches her jaw. Pulling a grenade from her belt, she advances on the gasping Lena. "I imagine that a spinal injury takes a while to heal," Suzie smiles as she settles to a knee beside Lena. Pulling out a length of intestine, she wraps it carefully around the grenade before pulling the pin and pushing it back into her gut. "Don't move too much, 'Dear'" She smiles down as she rises and returns to Ignacy's prone form.

Lena lay back slowly. "When I...get out of this....you're a dead woman." she said, her voice completely calm, though still strained and panting.

"You just heal up, and I'll be happy to kick your ass again." Suzie mutters as she grabs Ignacy by his shackles and shoulders his massive bulk; turning, his feet dragging across the pavement, to continue on her way.