“Go to hell you sick fuck,” and he raised the bottle and crashed it powerfully on the beast head.
Helldog let out an ear piercing scream. But it wasn’t borne out of pain, but fury. Enraged, he raises his free hand and takes Miller’s head off with one gigantic swipe. The head rolls to the door of the parlor, the eyes wide, the neck tossing out blood. The remains of his decapitated body was still trembling feverishly in Hell Dog's paw. He buries his snort in his neck and begins to feed. And that was when the parlor door blew open and Caesar blundered in.
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Caesar killed off the engine of his powerful Ducati and dismounted. He glares around the streets and grimaces. He was dressed in a tight fitting black t-shirt, black snuggle pants and black leather boots. On his face were dark Oakley glasses. Strapped to his body was a small pick ax, silver ninja knives and dagger. In his hands was a heavy chromium blade shooter. A weapon that only shoots out lithium coated thick powerful blades. He pranced to where Sheriff Hatton and his deputy stood, trembling violently.
He could smell their fears “Where?” He said to the Sheriff, noting how shaky and white the man was.
“There! The gambling parlor,” Hatton gaped, pointing with trembling a finger at the big building.
Caesar inclined his head. He could hear the noises and violent screams now.
“Get some body bags ready. There would be bodies.” he grunted and without giving them a second look, he raced to the building. He got to the first floor, flew up the stairs, got to the second floor, and then to the third. When he got to the third floor landing, he stood still. He could hear loud noises from the room facing him. His heart was pounding against his chest not for fear; but for the exhilarating excitement that was definitely bound to come. He had been looking for something to vent his anger and frustration on since his failed wedding. This was it. He heaved heavily, braced himself and rushed towards the parlor door. He slammed it down with a violent kick.
A sickening odor of human waste and guts hits his nostrils and his face twisted into disgust and hatred. The room was heavily plastered with blood and smelled awfully. The beasts were all screaming and snarling, and the whole room looked like a feeding time in the zoo.
Quickly, he took in the whole scene.
There was a big werewolf who stood on its feet, the body of a headless man was clutched in his paws. Another of the wolves was feeding hungrily on human guts, while the third had its snort buried in the neck of a man.
When they saw him, they all released a loud, fearsome howl. The wolf feeding on human guts, bared his fangs and charged at him, his powerful claws raised.
Caesar saw it coming and his finger went to the trigger of the gun in his hand. He leveled the gun at it and fired thrice, sharply. Three heavy blades shoot out of the gun and hit the charging wolf. One at the mouth, one at the chest, and the other in the belly. It was so powerful that it lifted the wolf up and flung it forcefully into the wall, impaling it there. The blades began to react on the wolf. It started to howl with a terrifying pain, thrashing violently on the wall as its skin began to burn.
The smell of burnt, zinged fur filled the air.
Another wolf charged at Caesar, its claws outstretched. Caesar saw it coming. When the beast was a few inches from him, he dropped to the floor and raised his gun. He fired in quick succession at the charging wolf until he heard the empty click of the gun. The wolf dropped to the floor, howling with excruciating pain, writhing as its thick brown fur began to fry.
Swiftly, Caesar flung the gun away, did a Ninja kip-up, and stared at the last, big wolf. He brought out two shining daggers from his hip pockets, one in his right hand, the other in his left. The dagger glinted as the light of the room fell on it.
“You see these two beauties right there?” He snarled, flashing the two daggers at the wolf, a craziness of merriment dancing in his eyes. “I’m gonna carve you with it. I’ll carve you and deliver you either fried or barbecued to the folks of this town,” his lips came off his teeth in a snarl making him look like a maniac. “You will love it when I carve you.”
Helldog recognized Caesar when he had forced himself into the room. Now, glowering at him, he bared his fangs and released an ear shattering roar. He had watched in astonishment as Caesar had killed two of his companions easily. Conan this is for you. He leaped on a table in the room with a powerful ease.
Caesar flung a knife at it with a badass dexterity.
Helldog saw it coming. He leaped effortlessly on a side wall and the knife went past him and drove into a wall frame. He let out a bellow of rage, groped at a broken piece of a table and lunged at Caesar. He dodged it. Enraged, Helldog began to flung any objects he could lay his paws on.
Caesar dodged a chair. He side-swiped the leg of a broken table. He dodged another chair. But a wall frame hits him on his shoulders and he falls to the ground with a painful, angry, grunt. Helldog, seeing his chance, released a terrifying roar. Then he leaped at Caesar, his claws stretched forward. His aim was to perch on Caesar’s chest and rip his head off. Caesar had been expecting that move. As he saw the wolf coming at him in mid air, his hand went to a small ax strapped to his hips and he flung it at the chest of the beast. The force of it drove Helldog backward with a painful, vivacious alacrity.
Helldog dropped to the floor like a bird that a stone from a catapult had hit. Blood began to pour out furiously from his chest wound and he discovered he couldn’t breathe properly. I need to get away. This mad hunter will finish me if I don’t. And with a painful yell, he staggered up and went on screaming with pure agony, as he headed towards the shattered window.
Caesar rained sharp ninja blades after the beast and he watched, his face expressionless as the beast lifted itself and crashed through the window with a powerful velocity.
Heaving heavily with a sweaty wet face, Caesar darted to the broken window and through the jagged opening of the glasses, he looked down and called out to Sheriff Hatton. He saw the sheriff's chalk, white face. Down below, in the darkness of the night, he looked like a frightened, white mouse.
“Did you see it?” He barked. “I think I got it. Did you see it?”
“He’s gone!” Hatton replied with a voice that sounded like a broken record. He was still badly shaken. He had seen something big and monstrous fly out of the window to the ground and bounded into the deeper darkness. “He’s gone, Caesar. I think you injured it.”
Caesar scoffed.
“Injured it? I damned well kill the bastard! Bring some boys up here to come clean this place up.This place looks like an abattoir. And listen well and listen good, sheriff. By dawn tomorrow morning, I want thirty good hard men in my residence. They must be big, muscular and rugged. I want men with good nerves. My training with them starts tomorrow. I’ll make Fur Hunters out of them.” and he moved away from the window. He picked up his chromium gun and looked around the room in distaste. It’s time to end this werewolf business for good, he thought as he sauntered out of the building.