The Royales

Dipped Feet .2

Without a chance to react, when the guard makes a turn around the corner of the counter he sees Gale charging toward him at full speed, getting a hold of his gun. Gale takes the guard down barging the guard's head into the bottom counter. Gale then looks up to notice in time that another guard is about to shoot at him, so he lifts the guard he took down to use as cover. After the guard stops shooting, Gale lets go of the body to recover his gun. Gale manages to get the gun in time before the other guard can reload, and stands there pointing at him for a moment.

The guard smirks as he says, "This can't be... well if it isn't you... didn't we kill your family two nights ago?!... I can't fucking believe it, puta madre, no mames!... hey, your family is dead!... Do you think doing this will bring them back?!"

Gale stares into the man's eyes with a cold expression as he replies, saying, "No," before putting a bullet through the man's chest causing him to collapse on his back.

Gale walks over to the guard, once standing over him, he kneels on one knee placing it on the man's chest, then looks intently through his eyes as if seeing the soul, the overwhelming weight of death. There before the man was not a man but the spirit of vengeance, the taker of souls. Gale did not say a single word, he only searched for the fear through the guard's eyes, he saw the only thing he needed to feel satisfied before finally deciding to unleash a round on the man's head after saying,

"This won't bring back my fucking family... but it sure as hell - will bring me satisfaction to kill every last of you hijos de putas."

With that, the guard lay there motionless. Gale took a good while there as he held to the brim of breakdown, he didn't want to lose his focus, his will, his hunger to kill, to avenge his children - to avenge his wife. Suddenly footsteps and voices are heard outside the lounge room, Gale loots all the bodies before making his way into the hallway where he comes across 3 more guards. Gale takes cover behind a corner as he tries to figure out where the guards are, but is caught off guard as a man rushes to him out of nowhere - it was so unexpected - but realizes that he is unable to use his gun to fire at such short distance, and resorts to using his hand-to-hand combat skills. Before Gale was even able to fight back, the guard had managed to grab Gale by the waste lifting him off the floor and slamming him to the ground, he then began pummeling his fists on Gale's chest and face. Gale wasn't able to block every hit but still tried to avoid as many of the punches from connecting. Through the ongoing frenzy of blows, Gale's articulated focus and keen timing find the right spot and time to turn the tables around. In came the right fist at a curvature - a good strong heavy hook - he guided it precisely with the underside of his forearm. He knew the left fist was on its way to hit, and just as expected, he managed to time it and struck his knuckles on the underside of the guard's neck nearly suffocating him entirely.