Spectre of the Sinner - Chapter 6 part 6: The beast's underbelly

A war cry howled from my right, yanking my thoughts back to reality.

The ignored child, whose axe-wielding hand was wet with the blood of the sneaky chap, flung the war axe in my direction as I turned to face him.

“Good throw there lad,” I paid him a compliment as I twisted my body to dodge the incoming lethal object sending my way.

Yet another faint twang resounded from my behind as I lunged forward, forcing me to sidestep to avoid the devious arrow. The predictable outcome happened: the team killer met his maker for his trouble as a watery sound ruptured his throat.

Ignoring the frustrated tongue-clicking sound, I stepped forward toward the wounded ruffian to deliver a violent coup de grâce: tacking him from below, lifting him as I turned him around, and slamming him down.

A vicious crash quickly followed: the lad’s head was slammed, face-first, into a conveniently placed broken piece of furniture.

The wooden wreckage protruded from the back of the bloke’s head, wetted with a dark red sticky liquid.

A muffled whispering ruffle wormed its way into my ear, forcing me to hastily duck low, punting the twitching corpse aside. Seeing that the brown-robed assassin was hurriedly reloading their mini crossbow, I pulled out a taser and charged forward.

“Not today sunshine, not today,” I jerked away the assailant’s crossbow before I pressed the taser into a gap in their outfit.

A sharp zapping sound ensued as the less lethal device induced an electrical shock to the target.

“Ouch!”

Soon the attacker’s muscles relaxed, and their posture quickly collapsed like a puppet got its strings cut.

With the final assailant taken out of the fight, I cuffed their hands before turning toward the crowd of scared onlookers, who were huddling at the base of the other sealed entrance.

“Now then, with those troublemakers done with, anyone here willing to hear about what I have to say?”