Gorgon Bartok yanked the knife and wanted to strike again. Before he could do that, Elden caught him with a vicious uppercut, straight in his armpit. The immense pain forced the Bartok to drop the blade. Elden then wrapped his hands around Bartok’s head, and then he simultaneously threw a vicious knee straight into his head-
And then this is the part that blows my mind-
Reporter: What did?
Marion: Elden Orkenkind.
I had observed this clip on the internet of a fighter from Thailand named Saenchai. He does this bicycle kick thing, and that's what Elden did. He threw one hand to the ground, and did like a somersault in the air, and then boom!
He brought his heavy boot, square down on top of Gorgon Bartok’s head. But, that wasn't the only blow. He hit him and then Gorgon Bartok's head slammed into the linoleum floor.
Body lay there. Lifeless. The detective was dead.
Elden Orkenkind was the new leader.
CHAPTER 24: EW MARLAND’S BATH, PART II
Chance and Elena - Ponca City, Ok
"Chance Tecumseh Freeborne," said Sasha in a slow, sensual staccato.
"You were my friend!" screamed Elena. "You betrayed me!"
"You will understand, all in due time," said Sasha. "Chance, I gotta admit, I like the new look!"
"You did this to him, didn't you?" cried Elena. "Didn't you?"
Sasha gripped harder at Elena's hair.
"Did you forget that I have a Desert Eagle?"
"That gimmick? You always looked like a clown with that thing."
"Did you forget the Desert Eagle is pressed to your temple?" asked Sasha, and she forcefully pressed the weapon harder against her victim's head.
"I'm not scared of you!" cried Elena.
"Oh, Elena, honey, you should be."
BOOM
Smoke rose of the Desert Eagle's barrel.
"No!" screamed Elena.
But then, Elena realized she had not been hit. Elena looked at Chance. He stood with his hand on his shoulder, looking at her with a sense of confusion. His eyes darted left to right and then bellowed. An overwhelming pain shot through his whole body. Stumbling back, he fell against the wall. Downward he slid against the wall.
Black blood stained the wall.
Elena ran to Chance. Her hands went to the wound, trying to seal the hole. Chance looked at Elena and then back at Sasha.
Sasha pointed the .50 caliber pistol straight at Chance's skull.
"I bet if you got the chance you wouldn't even hit me. I bet your misguided redneck sense of chivalry you just couldn't bring yourself to hurt a woman. Even me, the Witch-Queen," said Sasha, throwing her head back in laughter. "I bet your Okie-trash momma taught you to never hit a woman."
RATATATATA
RATATATATA
BOOM
Below them, the Nomads had begun their breach.
The fight was coming towards them. For a split second, Sasha looked out the window and noticed the formidable presence of the armored garbage truck.
"My momma didn't!" cried Elena.
The cellist grabbed Sasha's Desert Eagle with one hand, and with the other, she threw an elbow. The elbow went up and down, straight into Sasha's eyebrow. Blood began to pour from her forehead into her eyes. The Witch-Queen cried out. Viciously, Elena brought the elbow down from Sasha's forehead, straight into Sasha's eyeball.
Blood seeped into Sasha's eye.
Both women tore at each other, their hands going to each other's hair, then head-butting and kicking.
The Desert Eagle fell onto the floor.
Sasha shrieked out and fell back, as so did Elena. The two got back up to their feet with each holding her fists up ready for a fight. The Desert Eagle was on the floor between the two women.
"You don't know what you're doing, Elena!" cried Sasha.
"That may be the case," said Elena. "But I know what I'm going to do now."
"Really," said Sasha spitting blood. "And what is that?"
"I'm planning to grab that Desert Eagle, and shoot you with it!" cried Elena.
"You wanna ride?" said Sasha. "Then let's roll."
Both women rushed towards the weapon, colliding into each other.
CHAPTER 25: PORT ECHERE, PART II
Chance And Elena - Ponca City, Ok
RATATATATATATA
Rang the Machine guns.
A symphony of machine gunfire riddled the outside of the Marland Mansion. The echo of the automatic fire rang out. The sounds would be forever in the hearts of the people of Ponca. Expertly, the dwarves' machine-gun crews talked their crew-served weapons. One machine gun would start, and pause, then another machine gun would pick up the rate of fire. It was a chorus, with each individual voice unique, but all three keeping the pace. The choir of the machine guns freed the Nomads as they dismounted the garbage truck. As much as Zorin and Asher butted heads, their synchronization was flawless. As the machine gun fire chorus sang out, the Nomads breached the entrance.
BOOM
The elf's arrow had destroyed the door. Sparks, embers, and flames shot out into the castle. Burning splinters decorated the first floor.
Despite the heat, Asher's men continued forward. A Nomad threw a grenade inside the Mansion as they entered. Instantly gray smoke went spread from the floor to the ceiling. The Nomads moved fast but controlled. First, they went right. They entered into the administrative area.
THUMP! THUMP!
A Ragnog orc wildly sprayed buckshot towards their direction. Instantly they returned fire. The orc stayed in the second room, while the Nomads were in the adjacent room. Each group fired indiscriminate shots, keeping the other from entering.
"Hold up," cried the Nomad team leader.
"What's up?" cried Asher into the radio.
"We are in the first admin room," said the leader, "orc in the second room got us stuck."
"Alright -" started Asher.
"Don't worry," cried Zorin, "I got ya covered."
"Wait -" started Asher.
Before Asher could finish, the Volkswagen Beetle pushed forward.
THUM THUM THUM THUM
KRISH KRISH
Glass exploded into the second room, as the M60 unleashed on the shotgun-toting orc. Pitiful screams rang out from the orc, then instantly his cries ceased.
"How about that?" asked Zorin.
Slowly, the closest Nomad to the door walked towards it. He pied the corner looking in the room.
Black orcish blood spatter covered the room.
The Nomad team leader looked further in.
"Yeah," said the leader. "I'd say Zorin solved that problem."
They pushed into the room and cleared it, and then all adjacent windows and rooms.
"Clear!" cried the leader to Asher over the radio.
Another team sprinted from the truck into the dining room.
Despite the flames and the smoke, Asher's second team pushed through, blowing past the Lydie Marland's statue. The second team of Nomads entered the Mansion. An orc saw the first Nomad come into the dining room, and it rushed forward. An arrow went straight through its skull, and four additional rounds shot through the orc’s chest as it fell to the ground.
"Dining room clear,” said the Nomad team leader.
An additional four nomads entered. The third team blew past the statue, and into the dining room. They pushed past the dining room, towards the kitchen where two more orcs were in.
THUM THUM THUM THUM
Nomads entered the kitchen. Firepower overwhelmed the two orcs.
"Kitchen clear."
They continued pushing forward, clearing the entire first floor.
"First floor cleared!" cried the second team leader.
"Alright," said Asher. "Looks like we are going downstairs
CHAPTER 26: EW MARLAND’S BATH,
Part II
Both women dove at the Desert Eagle.
The struggle looked like a rugby scrum as the two women violently pressed against each anothe
r, scraping for a dominant position.
Both women now stood with their hands struggling for the Desert Eagle.
BOOM BOOM
CRASH
The Witch-Queen squeezed the trigger. .50 caliber rounds shot through the room. One round penetrating the glass window, the other cutting into the bed. Viciously, Elena threw a headbutt into Sasha’s cut eyebrow and her bright hair fell. Sasha's black cosmetics around her eyes smeared against her pale skin while blood ran from her eyes into her mouth. Despite the pain, she threw her head back and broke into loud, boisterous laughter.
"You think you can stop the Witch-Queen from summoning the Dark Lord?" asked Sasha. "It has already started. Your precious Panhandle state will fall."
"Not if I have anything to say about it!" cried Elena.
With that, Elena yanked the weapon. A cry rang out from Sasha as she felt her ribs cracking under a mighty blow from Elena's knee. Taking advantage of this, Elena spun out of Sasha's grasp. As she did this, she managed to yank the Dark Eagle out of Sasha's grip.
Knowing what Elena was attempting, Sasha reached out and grabbed her hair. Maliciously, Sasha tore. Sasha began to spin. Elena could not stop Sasha's motion and fell back as the Witch-Queen yanked at her scalp and started to turn. The Witch-Queen spun with such force it lifted Elena off the ground. Elena flew through the air and then landed on the ground, spinning over on her side.
As she was launched through the air, the elf dropped the gun. Sasha and Elena looked at each other. The orchestra director could physically feel the heat on her skin, as burning anger consumed her as she looked at Sasha. Knowing Elena's hate, Sasha returned a clown-like smile exposing her white, blood-stained teeth.
"And we are right back where we started," said Sasha.
"Was this whole thing planned?" asked Elena. "Did you come to Henryetta just for me?"
"No," said the Witch-Queen, she raised her hand and started to point. "I came to serve him -"
Elena took advantage of Sasha's monologue. The cellist somersaulted forward and grabbed the Desert Eagle. Sasha jumped forward and weakly grabbed the weapon again. Driving her feet like an offensive lineman, Elena pushed Sasha back. Sasha tumbled back but somehow stayed on her feet.
CRASH
The Witch-Queen slammed into the wall. Grunting from the impact, she was still able to yank at the weapon. The momentum added to the force of Sasha's hands.
"No!" screamed Chance
Only two hands now clutched the Desert Eagle.
Looking down at the weapon in her hands, with a broad eager smile was Sasha. Knowing she couldn't run fast enough to get away, Elena crashed into her enemy. Sasha with her tattooed arm, threw a punch that connected with Elena's face, knocking Elena back. Simultaneously as she struck Elena, her thumb slammed into the trigger.
BOOM
And twice more.
BOOM BOOM
Elena looked down at herself and quickly ran her hands over her body. Sasha may have clutched the weapon, but Elena's foot was pressed up against the side of the firearm, pinning the Desert Eagle against Sasha's body. The Desert Eagle's barrel pointed down into her exposed mid-drift.
"The Teep," said Elena.
Chance had trained Elena in the "teep" or the Muay Thai jab-kick. Now she knew why. He had been preparing her because he loved her; because he needed to protect her. Elena pulled her kick back and put her foot back on the ground. The Desert Eagle fell from Sasha's hand. The Israeli weapon smashed against the marble floor. Smoke rose from Sasha's clothes.
Silently Sasha stood, staring at the cellist. Anger contorted her face into a disgusting snarl. The blonde woman furrowed her brows and bared her teeth. But then, she blinked several times, and her eyes softened.
Something happened to Sasha's face. The intense hate began to transform into confusion.
"Oh, no, no, no," said Sasha, and she ran her fingers, against her exposed pale stomach, tracing her fingers along the small portion of the red tactical corset, that did not cover her body. She drew her hand back but did not see any blood.
"Check," said Chance, hoarse as whispered in pain. "Check the exit wound."
The thin woman ran her hand up underneath the back of her tactical corset. Scarlet liquid covered Sasha’s fingers. Slowly, she moved her eyes, she looked up and out. She looked at the coffin. Taking one step towards the box, Sasha fell prostrate on the ground. On the ground, the Witch-Queen crawled, squirming like an animal. The entire time, her eyes looked towards the box and she whispered in a percussive, foreign tongue.
Elena then looked down at the marble floor. She reached down and grabbed the Desert Eagle. Picking it up, and maintain proper form she aimed the pistol. On the other end of the sights was Sasha's dying form.
"Elena, no! My love! Please, don't do this!" screamed Freeborne.
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
Sasha screamed in a high-pitched agony.
SMASH
The sarcophagus fell from the table. It slammed against the floor. Three well-placed .50 calibers rounds riddled the casket. A giant sucking sound screamed from the coffin. Sasha continued crawling, her exotic banter getting even louder.
Then, her body went limp; her head bouncing off the marble floor.
CHAPTER 27: THE INNER LOUNGE, PART IV
Marion - Ponca City, Ok
Marion: While I said that Elden made me feel safe, he also scared me. As soon as he took charge, he was like a whole different person. He was laser-focused, and while Gorgon's corpse lay on the floor, Elden stood there directing his operations and his men. What was weird was when I looked around, I did not see any of Elden's men. They were elsewhere. It was Gorgon's men I saw. They were not as talented as the goblins that were Elden's men-goblins but there was one thing Gorgon's men could do that was impressive.
Reporter: And what was that?
Marion: They could climb. I could see them on the top of that gold ceiling. I couldn't see everything, but I started to hear a lot of firing.
Reporter: There was a big commotion in the bottom stairs bathroom right? Could you see over there?
Marion: I couldn't see what they were doing down there, but I could hear it. I imagined they were on the ceilings in there too. In what I thought was the bathroom, I heard goblin screams, and then I listened to a barrage of gunfire.
Reporter: Was it louder than the original attack?
Marion: Well, I wouldn't say it was louder, because later I found out they had like old tanks outside, but they were definitely closer. And then I saw him.
Reporter: Saw who?
Marion: Public enemy number one, Asher Cries-For-War. There was this weird Orlando Bloom/Axel Rose lookin' dude who had...I know this sounds crazy... a bow and arrow. But some of the arrows were not just arrows, they would shoot out these...they looked like pellets. While those goblins may have been on the ceiling, those arrows took out more than one. And then that's when he attacked. That's when Asher Cries-For-War saved us.
Reporter: Saved you? But I thought you felt safe with Elden.
Marion: I did, but when I looked around, Orkenkind was gone. I still don't think he was a coward. He must have had something, in another part of the Mansion that he had to take care of. Gorgon's men may have not been smart, but they were bundled up so close if someone got close enough they could grab them and that would be the end of it. It’s weird to think that modern-day weapons couldn't take on a human wave, but they didn't. They started to rush, and I am sad to say it, but one or two of those pointed-ear people and some of the soldiers were killed. They died right there in front of me. Then, with no regard for his own safety, Cries-For-War pushed forward. He yelled at everyone to get back and then he began to open up.
Reporter: Open up?
Marion: Yes, open up with an automatic weapon, but it wasn't just any type of weapon. It was a shotgun.
Reporter: An automatic shotgun?
Marion: Yes, just like Terry Crews had in that one m
ovie. Two men had fallen, and then the horde rushed towards him, coming from the ceiling and the ground. But, the weapon was the right answer. Boom-boom-boom-boom. His weapon cried out, dropping goblins left and right. But in their fanaticism, they kept pushing forward.
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