Knuckles laid on the ground, unmoving.
Again the Lady sighed. Assuming that her long time advesary was finally dead, she turned back to the man withering at her feet.
Perfect Tommy was trying to pull his hand out from under her foot while his free hand fumbled at his belt.
"Now, what shall I do with you?" She turned her gaze skyward, tapping the barrel of the gun on her chin. "Decisions, decisions." The she smiled. "Well, at least this one isn't so difficult." She looked down at her victem again, only to find a pistol crossbow aimed up at her.
Perfect Tommy fired, the small arrow up at the woman, but, startled, she leaped back. The arrow sliced up her cheack, then continued into the air to land elsewhere.
Hands shaking, Oran reached up and touched her cheack. Eyes, large and feirce, glared down at the blood on her fingers. "YOU SCARRED ME!" she snarled. Her shoulders hunched as her pure and absolute rage brought forth her most animalistic instincts. She was going to tare this man's heart out!
"Hey, bitch!" came a low growl from behind her.
Oran's head turned just enough so that she could see the bloody Jessica James standing behind her.
The bounty hunetr stood, feet slightly apart, fists hanging loosely at her side, every muscel in her body tensed like a cat ready to pounce. The girl's voice even resembled a lion's low growl as she challenged "Why don't you pick on someone your own gender?"
Turnedin to face her, Oran chuckled, a rather unamused sound. "And you claim such a position?"
Knuckles smiled and indicated her own, unmarked cheak. "At least I still have the face." she returned.
Rage overtook good sense. With a scream, Oran lunged at the girl, the gun held out before her. She wanted to get close, to hold the girl to her, feel her body jerk as the bullets surged through her flesh, hear the air hiss out as it escaped the holes in her chest, watched as the light of life slipped from her eyes.
But Knuckles was ready for her. Stepping back, she kicked up, the toe of her boot slamming into the soft inside of the Lady's wrist.
Oran's fingers went numb as her hand jerked up, throwing the gun up and away.
Knuckles spun away, her fists coming up to the ready. She bounced on the balls of her feet and waited.
Flexing her fingers, encouraging the feeling back, oran de Nathair circled the younger woman. "You've lost your opportunity for a quick death, mongrel child." she hissed.
"Wasn't on my to-do list anyhow." was Knuckles' answer.
Suddenly Oran lashed out with the back of her left fist while stepping foreward with her right foot.
Knuckles blocked the fist and bounced to one side, swinging her own fist low, hitting Oran in the ribs.
With a "humph," Oran danced aside, spun about with a kick which slammed against Knuckles unraised arm. But, when her back was turned, she drew a long silver pin from her sleave. While her foot slammed up against the arm, she bent over and jabbed the pin up and into the arm.
Knuckles hissed, but didn't yank away. If she had, she would of left a chunck of fleash on the pin. And she wasn't tall enough to out reach it. She was trapped.
But the Lady was trapped as well. She couldn't bring her leg down until her torso was out of the way. She either had to leave her weapon behind or free it, freeing her victem.
She liked her weapon!
With a jerk, she yanked it free. Her foot dropped to the ground just long enough to spin herself around the other direction, snapping a kick at Knuckles' unprotected wounded side.
The bounty hunter was still recovering from being stabbed when the kick to her wound sent searing pain through her body. Gasping for breat, she stumbled away, keeping her feet only by sheer will power.
Sensing a kill, Oran let out a cry of pure blood lust, and followed up with another kick.
Knuckles twisted just in time for the kick to fly pass at shoulder level. her fist struck out, catching Oran in the hip, spinning the woman about. grabbing the back of her head when her back was exposed, Knuckles shoved the head down and swong out a leg, sweeping her pivot foot out from under her.
The Lady dropped to the ground in a pain splits. With a growl, she rolled away, just barely avoiding Knuckles' fist as she brought it down from above. Rolling back on her left side, oran snapped a kick up, catching Knuckles, once more, in her wounded side.
Knuckles would of cried out if there was any breath left in her lungs to put sound to. Falling back, she knocked into something.
Rawhide wrapped his strong arms protectively around the girl and backed away.
Buckaroo Banzai and Gage moved foreward on either side, thier weapons leveled with the Lady Oran de Nathair.
"Just hold it right there, lady." Buckaroo ordered.
The Lady glared at them from where she crouched on the ground.
"You have nowhere to go." Buckaroo continued. "Your army is captured. Your cyborg is destroyed. You are all alone. And we are in command now. Give up!"
Lady oran de Nathair suddenly smiled her most dazzling smile, her rage vanishing. With the same graceas she had always shown in everything she did, , she rose up. She took a moment to brush the dust from her elegant skirt, then offered her arm to Buckaroo. "Well, then, Dr Banzai, would you be so kind as to escort a Lady to her cell?"
