"Now go," he nearly barked, turning back to Ken and the gang around him.
He heard the scurry of Umi's footsteps scramble back behind him, and trample off behind the leaning towers.
His bow unlocked in many clicks, holding it down unloaded, but glaring deviously at the ring of Mudokon crooks.
The seller's anxious attitude leaned closer to Ken.
"Should I go's after the kid, boss?" it asked hurridly.
"Nah," Ken held an arm down to it.
"Let it be. We'll go for it when we finish with 'dese kooks,"
Al stepped up, stopping when Ken's devilish eye darted to him.
"Ken," Al spoke sincere.
"Let's not fight now. You know me, and I sure than hell know you,"
He chuckled mockingly.
"It's always your ways, Al," he nodded, then frowned and shook his head.
"Well, not this time...it's goin' my way,"
The half-circle of Mafia closed in with balled fists and baring weapons.
Al looked to Ken once more, his eyes locked on harder.
"Alright," Al said.
"But I'm warnin' you. I ain't no sissy push-over," he gravely finished.
Ken scoffed irritant to the elder Vykker.
"Ya think yer cautions're scarin' me? Ha! Don't make me laugh!" he spat hazily, then his face turned dark.
"and that's gettin' on my nerves...and I don't like, nerve-wreckers,"
He snapped his fingers authoratively, and two Mudokons stepped up near the stranger.
Stranger's body snapped to the approaching crooks, and shot off his round of Fuzzles near their feet.
They took one last step before the Fuzzles leaped on them, and clamped tough on their greenish skin.
They winced at the terrible pain, not helping but to wail out and scramble away from the ring of gang around them.
The heads turned back to the stranger with heinous scowls.
"I'll get 'de tough guy," one squawked.
"Me fer the egg-head," another griped.
They closed in on them, Stranger frantically picking out the next of his ammunition to use.
The circle stopped, chains rattling and knives flipping out.
A Mudokon with a knife between its teeth leaped over to the stranger, crying a warcry between its clamped teeth.
Stranger spun to it, and shot off a Bolamite spider.
The spider slammed in to the chest of the Mudokon, and immediately sprawled a white coat of thick web binding its arms and legs together.
The crook fell back on the ground, grunting from the harsh impact that slammed its back.
Its knife flung out of its teeth, and stuck in to the hard ground before Stranger's boot.
The ring snapped back to attention to the stranger, a flurry of angry growls growing loud.
"Git that over-grown shmuck!"
The ring suddenly snapped, and jumped upon Stranger and Al in one sudden roar.
Stranger bellowed up through the mass of Mafia grown on his back.
His arms separated the crooks off his shoulder, sending them flying backwards in to the crusty cracked wooden planks of the archaic buildings still on their foundation.
Al brawled his three fists off in to the Mudokons quickly approaching him, frontwards and back.
Bodies passed through Ken's devious glare to the Vykker.
His hand deep in his pocket wrapped tightly around an object, as he took forward through the fight round.
As he got closer, his hand slipped out of his pocket, revealing the instrument that would put an end to this brawl.
The shine of the pistol's barrel glimmered in to his eyes, his hand tightly wrapped around the butt of the handgun.
His eyes snapped to a cluster of waiting Mudokons, and nodded to them.
The crooks smirked craftily, and darted back to the back of the Vykker.
They leaped upon his boney back, weighing him down with their slender bodies.
The other Mafia saw their plan in action, and got in to it, hopping upon the Vykker's back.
"Kneel down!" they scowled, more and more of the crooks grabbing his arms, and pulling him down.
Al grunted, his flimsy body shaking from the great weight placed on his spine.
His knees shook, as he felt more of the weight bring him down on his stubby legs.
His knees gave out, he slamming upon his legs, and his head hung low.
The Mudokons went behind him, some still staying on his back, while others binded his arms together behind him.
Ken strode up in front of the down-trodden Vykker, showing off his pistol in front of his eyes.
He grinned devilishly.
"It's about time someone put you out'a yer misery, ol' timer," he spat silently.
Al slowly looked up to Ken's face, his eyes suddenly shaking in fear.
Ken's hand brushed out with the pistol, pressing it to the Vykker's hard head popping in veins.
"and I'll be the executioner to do it,"
Stranger stepped upon the seller's neck, giving the most hated frown at it deepening with every moment he stared in to it's brightly-shaking eyes.
"I should'a killed yeh when I should've," he whispered lowly near its face.
The seller jumbled with words, its eyes hesitating to look off the stranger, and to its boss.
Its eyes broke off with Stranger, staring over to Ken, and gave a gasp of excitement, a scheming smile growing across its face.
Stranger looked as well, feeling his eyes almost ripping out of its sockets.
One of Al's bright purple eyes darted to Stranger, glimmering of a tear forming fearfully to him.
But before he could do anything, a gunshot cracked loudly, stopping his memory immediately.
Then his whole world crumbled down in to one black pool.
His teeth gripped together, then flung his head up in the air.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...."
"...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Stranger roared, his body jerked up from under Umi's arms.
His hands rolled in to a crackling fist so hard, veins popped out from under his skin.
His teeth bared under the dark shadow of his hair falling before his tightly closed eyes.
"You dirty bastards!" he growled.
"I'll kill yeh!" his head flung up to the direction where Boontown was last located.
"I'LL KILL YOU ALL!"
Umi jumped up at first, then slammed down on her knees, and pushed against Stranger's chest.
"No, Stranger, no! Lie down!" she cried.
"You're too weak to do this!"
He ignored the human's plea, his nostrils flaring furiously, and his muscles popping up tensely.
Umi used her shoulder to attempt to bring him back down.
But his strength was too wild to bring him down with her flimsy body.
"Stranger!" she screamed.
"Stop!"
His nerves suddenly snapped, and his arms grew soft again.
He let out an exhausted sigh, and slammed back down on the grass.
Umi panted tearfully, standing up over him, and wiping away her hair from her face.
Stranger's eyes reopened to her tiredly.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered.
"I...didn't mean ter...scare yeh..."
Umi fell upon her knees by his arm, petting it smoothly down with the grain of his fur.
"It's ok..." she said.
"I just want you to rest,"
His arm wrapped around her waist comfortingly, as he closed his eyes gently.
She rested her head on his chest, the faint sound of his heart beating through his hollow chest coming to her ear;
It almost sounded like it had come to a stop, but he breathed deep, and started up again.
She might've not like the sound at all, but it was the only way to know that he was still alive.
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