First Night on the Town part 9

As I barely dodge a right clawed-fist to the face, I reassess my opinions. Talking is not working. The net is gone and if it wasn’t I don’t think it would hold them for long. I could make a run for it, but I don’t think I can outrun them. That leaves fighting. Why does it always end with violence with me?

As the Gargoyle swings their right back, this time talons locked together with their left, I bend over backwards and start throwing insults out. “Missed again. Need practice?”

Seeing my opening, I use my hands to launch myself off the roof and deliver a double kick to their chest. “Or maybe just some rest.”

As my feet strike the Gargoyle’s chest and I release a yelp of pain, I realize I may have underestimated their toughness. It feels like I just tried to kick a solid brick wall.

After flipping onto the roof entrance and crouching down with my shield raised before me, I look over at the Gargoyle hoping for a sign that I hurt them. After rubbing their chest for a minute, they let out a deep laugh, “Hey that tickled” I am sooo dead.

Okay I can’t panic. If I can face Billy with guns, then I can take down this guy. I leap off the entrance, slamming my body, shield first, into the Gargoyle. “If that tickled, this is going to have you in stitches.” Strange, I didn’t feel the impact. Maybe the shield works better than I thought.

Landing a few feet away, I watch the Gargoyle stagger around. Maybe they’ll listen now. “Please give up before someone gets hurt. The “Assassin” is in the alley below, take him and leave.” I don’t know who this person is, but I can’t help but feel like I should trust them, even if they don’t trust me. At least that’s what The Victor would have done anyway.