Urban Canyon
"Not today, Zack." The words still hang in the air while Renly spins, right fist slamming into the sidearm. Zack was a fraction of the second too late, his sidearm firing with an impressive sound. Not slowing for anything, Renly continues the motion, sliding the edge of his hands down Zack's outstretched hands, setting him up for an armbar.
Zack, no slacker when it comes to hand-to-hand, foils Renly by stepping forward. Or so he thought. Renly, instead, pulls on Zack's hand, his legs still swinging from the spin connects with Zack's stepping foot, hooking it up in the air. In that moment, flying off balance towards the broken window, Renly's left hand used the momentum of the spin to pull out his sidearm from the right hip holster. Like a wound up spring, Renly pistol-whips Zack's chest, then pulls the trigger point-blank with the barrel pressed against his belly.
BAM!
Zack winces. "It always has to be up close and personal with you, doesn't it?"
The two best friends stare at each other. Renly couldn't help it, and starts laughing. After a brief second of feigned hurt, Zack joins him.
They disengage and looked at each other. "Ha, I'm thinking Mexican this time, Zack."
"Oh no, anything but Toxic Hell."
"Come on, slow poke, you need to beef up." Renly wipes the barrel of his paintball gun on Zack's shirt.
"I see you got some new moves."
"Yeah, I saw some baguazhang guy did something."
"So that's why you're wearing it on your left side, now."
Renly grinned. "Yeah, I switched it around when you weren't looking."
"Bastard."
"That's Hungry Bastard to you, loser."
"Yeah yeah, six and five. You only one by one."
"Hey it could be worse, Zack."
They looked at each other, knowingly, and said together, "The girls."
"Come on, let's go eat."
"Right on."
Zack, no slacker when it comes to hand-to-hand, foils Renly by stepping forward. Or so he thought. Renly, instead, pulls on Zack's hand, his legs still swinging from the spin connects with Zack's stepping foot, hooking it up in the air. In that moment, flying off balance towards the broken window, Renly's left hand used the momentum of the spin to pull out his sidearm from the right hip holster. Like a wound up spring, Renly pistol-whips Zack's chest, then pulls the trigger point-blank with the barrel pressed against his belly.
BAM!
Zack winces. "It always has to be up close and personal with you, doesn't it?"
The two best friends stare at each other. Renly couldn't help it, and starts laughing. After a brief second of feigned hurt, Zack joins him.
They disengage and looked at each other. "Ha, I'm thinking Mexican this time, Zack."
"Oh no, anything but Toxic Hell."
"Come on, slow poke, you need to beef up." Renly wipes the barrel of his paintball gun on Zack's shirt.
"I see you got some new moves."
"Yeah, I saw some baguazhang guy did something."
"So that's why you're wearing it on your left side, now."
Renly grinned. "Yeah, I switched it around when you weren't looking."
"Bastard."
"That's Hungry Bastard to you, loser."
"Yeah yeah, six and five. You only one by one."
"Hey it could be worse, Zack."
They looked at each other, knowingly, and said together, "The girls."
"Come on, let's go eat."
"Right on."
