Two Guns

Author: Seth


"They always thought he jumped the gun, played his trump cards far too early. He did too. Jump a gun that is."   


The air crackled, a screeching dirge accompanied by the whiff of ozone, a promise of agony. That is, if it connected.

"Watch where you swing that scythe of yours kittycat, you might hurt someone~" A sandy haired blonde laughed, ducking under Blitz's sparking quarterstaff with infuriating ease.

"That's. The. Point!" Blitz growled out as he flipped his quarter staff around, swinging it upward in an earnest bid to bisect his opponent.

"Oooohhh, the kitten's getting fru-stra-ted~ " The older boy's slitted orange eyes glittered in uncontained amusement. "Scary, scary." The cocky panthryan side-stepped the electrical scythe, letting the wake of passing weapon ruffle his clothes.

"Shut the hell up!" Blitz shouted furiously. Spinning around the blue eyed boy flung all his weight behind the polearm in an attempt to slam its butt into his opponent's gut.

"Now, now, is that any way to speak to your betters?"

The low whisper fluttered by his ear, softer than a butterfly.

Blitz's eyes widened as a hand clamped down on his wrist, stopping his spin just before the palm of another hand slammed into his, the charge held in it blowing the young panthryan off his feet.

"Is that all you have?" The orange eyed panthryan asked, stalking leisurely towards his downed prey. "Such a disappointment. I'd have expected one of my kin to put up a better fight than this." He gestured to their battlefield.

Mutilated pines surrounded them, some of burning, others completely felled. Almost all of them with some type of projectile embedded within them. Most if not all of the destruction had been Blitz's doing.

"I mean, what is this?" The sandy blonde leaned over and plucked a kunai out of a nearby tree. "'Spray and pray'?" The cocksure panthryan raised an eyebrow. "How the hell are you still alive?"

"Now I'm feeling generous today, so I'll let you live on one condition." The orange eyed teen smiled condescendingly at the slowly recovering Blitz. "Tell me, why did you come after me of all people?"

"Because your bounty's fucking huge, why the hell else?" Blitz spat, as he pulled himself shakily to his feet, leaning heavily on his quarterstaff.

"A poor fighter and stupid to boot." The elder panthryan smirked at the ensuing scowl on Blitz's face. "Did it never occur to you that maybe I might have this 'fucking huge' bounty for a reason?" He accompanied the 'fucking huge' section with mocking air quotes.

Blitz looked at his fellow panthryan blankly.

"No, of course it didn't because you too busy thinking you're some tough shit just because you handle our power half decently." The orange eyed blonde answered his own question, his eyes narrowing.

"I'm the first bounty you've ever gone after, aren't I?" He continued. "It's so obvious that you'd have to be completely blind not to see it. I mean what kind of strategy is throwing every weapon you have before swinging wildly at me with a. Giant. Fucking. Scythe!?"

The older blonde spat and sighed tiredly. "I'm going to give you some advice, so listen up and listen up good." His voice lowered menacingly. "Haul your ass back to whatever backwater District you came from and never leave again. Not everyone is as nice as I am and the next person you fail to kill, you're fucked, because I can guarantee you that you'll never kill anyone with that retarded abomination of a weapon." His eyes flicked contemptuously to Blitz's quarterstaff.

Tilting his head up to look his vanquisher square in the eyes, Blitz's face split into an oddly serene grin. "Y'know, I think you're right about that." The blue eyed panthryan said calmly, a few stray sparks of electricity suddenly coursing around his arm.

"What do you-?" The sandy blonde panthryan started to ask before he cut off abruptly and fell forward, a shuriken embedded in the back of his head.

"At least this time." Blitz amended, the sparks along his arm dieing as he released the magnetic field.

Walking over to the cooling corpse, Blitz let his scythe snap into existence with a hiss, bringing the coursing blade down on his once clanmate's neck. It always paid to be thorough, and he would need some proof of the kill anyways.

Stashing the burnt-smelling, if thankfully cauterized, head of his adversary into a small bag, Blitz set about retrieving the arsenal of thrown weapons from the battleground. A pain in the ass to be sure, but he'd needed the perfect stage for this showdown, and the payoff was more than worth it.

The neon haired boy just hoped that most of the weapons were unharmed; almost all of them had been borrowed from Inferno, and he'd be paying for every replacement knives, senbon, kunai, and shuriken out of his split of the bounty.