“Now’s really not the time for you to be arguing, Little Red Riding Hood.”
Servee pushed her to the ground and swung his cannon in a circular arc. The more she talked the more he realized that his head isn’t the only thing that will be bleeding very soon. Her voice sounded like a dementia patient repeating questions in a bratty voice.
Just his luck, she’s worthless without her weapon.
”You don’t even have magic or some gay shit like that? Oh my god all you really have going for you is your looks.”
He switched his cannon to his left hand and pulled his pistol out, taking aim and began shooting them in in the arm.
When more of the sword wielding soldiers drew closer onto them he parried their attacks with his cannon, but he was being pushed back.
”It would help a whoollee lot if you at least slapped them about as hard as you slapped me, or steal a weapon or use anything, are you really that useless? Look, I know pressure sucks, but you just don’t have to think about it. It’s working for me right now and I’m not even thinking about what will happen if I fail. Though rest assured I’ll probably die...maybe, I don’t know, but how can you know? If it seems bad then you do your best to stop it, not just sit there like a damsel in distress.”
His pistol disappeared as he was pushed back, closing one eye as he felt a sharp pain in his side. One of the soldier’s stabbed him with their sword.
”ANY DAY NOW LITTLE LADY!”
He nearly shouted as he pointed his pistol in the air and fired a magical bullet into the air, it didn’t take long until Apryl and Servee had been surrounded by an intense blue light, and the men in black were forced away.
”Don’t you want to be anything in life besides eye candy? Well if so then it would be good to be proactive and not reactive. Or something profound like that! IS ANY OF THIS CONNECTING WITH THAT PEA-SIZED BRAIN OF YOURS? I DON’T CARE HOW OLD YOU ARE JUST DO SOMETHING.”
A loud explosion could be heard and Kenna disappeared, but in her place stood a large machine, armed to the teeth with guns and missiles.
Servee’s eyes widened as he looked to see the green-haired woman was gone and her new “friend” took her place.
”Well this is unfortunate.” he coughed up blood shook his head, gripping the slender claymore in his side and ripping it out.
”Here, take this.” he threw the small claymore over to her and shakily stood up.
”Oooohh I think removing that was a bad idea...” he sat his cannon down and ducked under it as magical bullets began to rain down upon them.
Biting the collar of his red shirt, he ripped his tie off and wrapped it around his side as best he could.
”We should probably draw them out of this place, how does that sound little lady?”