Rocky Brawl

The spiked brute ran at Gareth. He spun upright. A mere second to grapple with the brute. Gareth held his own. Pushing back. Ahhh! But the brute was too strong and threw Gareth through the window.

He fell from the second story of the barroom. Crashed into the asteroid dust. Glass on his leather jacket. As he tried to stand there was a sharp pain — shit! His leg was injured.

The brute watched him from the window. The cosmic dark beauty looking down on him. Her cloak flaring. Gone.

A bunch of civilians ran out of the barroom to see the commotion.

Fucking Spikey leapt from the window. Landed with ease.

Wide eyes amongst the growing crowd. Fight?

“Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!” Chanting ensued.

Gareth liked the scene. A good fight eh? Okay… He could finish this with his plasma pistol in one shot. Between the eyes. He never missed. But…

Gareth grunted through the pain and took a stance. There were so many hot babes watching.

The spiked brute smiled, “You die now!”

Slow approach. Weary.

Spikey punched. Gareth dodged and punched Spikey in the gut.

Angry flare. Bad breath.

Quick step. Spikey grunted and punched Gareth in the face. Blood spat on the ground.

“Okay okay…” Gareth said under his breath.

Spikey laughed. The crowd wanted execution. Die! Die! Die!

No. Gareth reached inside and then faked a punch, through, then he uppercut Spikey. POW! A brilliant K.O!

Spikey falling back in an arc — lay scrambled on the floor.

Gareth smiled, “Yeah! Come on! Fuck yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!”

Girls cheering.

But the victory was short lived.

Jets flaring. White flame. From the corner of his eye, he saw a dark spaceship blast off into space.

Mission failed.

Fucked up the krubble. He stepped forward — damn leg!