The Guild

Chapter 3

The previously mentioned rhino brought his fist back and swung. I ducked, grabbed his arm, and slammed it down onto my left knee. It bent in the opposite direction, and I popped my wrist blade out. As the fur screamed I jabbed it in between between their eyes.

They crumpled and I pulled it out, flicking my wrist inwards and retracting it. While I did that, someone threw a punch and hit me in the stomach. I doubled over a bit, giving them time to land a powerful uppercut. My head bobbled and I bit my tongue a tiny bit. Swallowing the blood I blinked and regained my focus.

My attacker threw yet another punch, but this time I sidestepped and dodged it. They tried again with their left arm, again I moved out of the way. We repeated this process a few times, with a couple kicks thrown my way. Finally, I found my opening and fired a cable through their chest. I started retracting it, and clotheslined them with my left arm. Once they were on the ground I stomped on their head, crushing it. Blood splattered around me, mainly on my right boot.

Looking around I saw a cat ducking low and rushing at me, ready to attack. Quickly, I turned and grabbed the barstool I was using earlier by the seat. I slammed it against the top of their head, breaking all four legs in the process. He slumps to the ground, struggling to rise again.

Before I could do anything else to finish the fur off, my instincts screamed for me to look around. Since my gut has never led me wrong before I obliged. Two more, a snake and a shark, jump from their seats and towards me. I kicked the snake over and onto a nearby table, he landed on his back hard. Thinking quickly I intercepted the shark, impaling him on the broken legs of the stool. Using the momentum to my advantage, I used the ends of the legs to stab the snake as well.

Noticing the cat fur was about to stand back up, I grabbed an empty bottle of whiskey and brought it against the side of his head. I heard the noise of wind rushing passed my face. A porcupine quill impaled itself in a table to my right. Due to gravity and all that, it dipped down. Just as a second one was coming my way I picked the cat up and used the corpse as a shield.

Holding the dangling body in front of me, I ran forward. Several quills penetrated the dead fur and a couple nearly hit me. Finally, when I reached the porcupine I threw the body at them. Before they could regain their position I grabbed them by the throat and pushed them against the wall. Bringing my head back I slammed it against their forehead. Then I pulled one of their quills out and jammed it into their eye. Their screams of agony were cut short as I pushed it into their brain.

Pulling two retractable steel batons out of my left and right boot, I tripped a crow and kicked him in the ribs. While I did that another fur tried to rush me, so I hit them in the throat and then side of the head. Leaving the crow for a moment, I shoulder rammed the second fur against the wall.

Dropping them for just a quick second I sucker punched the crow in the throat, breaking his bronchial tube. Turning back to the fur against the wall, who was a coyote by the way, I rammed them again. As they dropped down I hit a button on my right baton, electrifying it. Forcefully opening their mouth I shoved it down their throat, bringing it up and down a couple times.

The coyote dead, I pulled my baton out and shook the blood off. Finally, I looked back to the crow who was still struggling to breathe. I grab him and slam his head on a table to my right. The edges of his beak got him stuck into the wood. Folding my batons up I bent my arm and dropped my elbow on his upper back as hard as I could manage. The force broke his neck and cracked the table into two pieces.

Slipping my batons back into my boots I pulled my sword out. Several more furs ran towards me, just about five. I rushed to meet them, impaling one and then turning to get another. Pulling back I removed the thin blade from their torsos and decapitated a fur to my right.

The last two attempted to attack as a team, but I beat them quickly. I shot a cable into one's chest and wrapped the cord around the second's throat. Causing it to retract, it tightened quickly and cut deeply. As the blood gushed from their neck I caught the hooked one and gabbed my sword's blade into their mouth. I pulled up and split their entire head in two. After reaching in and digging around, I was able to get my cable's end out and retract it all the way.

Before I could start fighting again, I heard a loud gunshot ring out. Looking over to the source of the room shattering blast. I saw Romero standing on the bar counter, holding a smoking over-under shotgun.

Romero: "ALRIGHT! THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Almost everyone in the bar ignored him, and so he used a semi extreme method. He lined a shot up with a random fur and pulled the trigger. Reducing their head to a fine red mist and causing them to fall.

I smirked underneath my helmet, he's only done this a couple times. Every time he does, people listen. This one was no exception. All heads turned to him, most wearing a look of utter shock.

Romero: "That's better."

He rested the firearm on his shoulder with a smug grin.

Romero: "Now. All of you clean this shit up or you'll be banned."

All furs, whether they be client, customer, hunter, or stripper got to work. Before I got to work as well I saw Romero motion for me to walk over to him. I did and sat down in a non broken barstool.

Romero: "You're good man, self defense. But I am gonna need some compensation."

Nodding, I hit a few buttons on my left forearm panel. After a second or two Romero checked a small tablet from underneath the counter. He looked at it and gave me a thumbs up, with a mock salute I walked out of the door.

It was time to have a little fun.

To Be Continued