Negotiate

“I'm not the enemy ass hole!” The big man yelled in anger. Another shot rang out, and searing pain tore through the large soldier, as pellets ripped into his left shoulder.

This guy was either a bona fide wacko, or he was everyone’s enemy. Axle could feel the anger boiling up inside of him, ready to over flow. He was going to kill this little bastard, if it took his dieing breath.

Moving low to the ground around the sheet metal, that couldn’t stand up to the shot gun blast, it had taken, the large man, moved past an outhouse, to flank the bandit. Seeing his chance as the man blew another hole, where he had been, he dashed forward. The bandit moved his gun to take him down, but the big man was all over him. Huge fists slammed into the little mans face, shattering his nose, and then his jaw.

Axle knocked the shot gun from his grip, and beat the defenseless man's face, and torso, repeatedly An upper cut caught the man in the chin, and snapped his neck like a twig, launching him through the air. Tearing off his muscle shirt, he wrapped it around his shoulder to stem the bleeding. He was going to need to find some first aid. Grabbing the shot gun, he checked it over. He had four shots left. Slamming the slide back, he put one in the chamber, and moved down the alley deeper into town.

Soon he spotted two guards, oblivious to the **** of one of their own. Both male, and sporting bored expressions as they sat through their hum drum shift. One carried an **** rifle, the other an smg. If Axle was going to take them out, he would have to get close.