Extreme Clashers

Chapter 4

         Kia moaned and got to her feet. She would have cried, but the

impact had knocked the air out of her.  She had wet her pants,

and pain hammered at her from all over.      "Ow!" she groaned, "If he hurt her then he must be tough. I know he can stop that evil guy."

        Tarfin smiled.  He had gained miles ahead of Isuzu, and was

very close to DLH, dark Leagen Head Quarters. He thumbed a

button on his radio watch and said, "Saktee, this is Tarafin, do

you copy?"

         A cold and low female voice answered.     "I copy commander requesting confirmation.

Tarfin replied, "E-day El, Afrin--Yay Dong Long." Saktee

answered, "Good, the boy has eliminated Talerd and is flying

back." Tarfin smiled.

        "Good," he said, "I have an assignment for him." He hit

another button and a child's voice answered'.

        "This is Chevrelet,

Tarafin spoke, "I am under persuit by someone of rather high

strength, I Would like You to handle him."

         "Yes sir," the boy answered.

         "And another thing," Tarafin added, "Two rather powerful people

are following him, you best. Eliminate them first, one is

stronger than you."

        Chevrelet replied, "As ordered." He turned off his

communicator and flew south.  He spotted someone below moving

quickly.  The person's power was quite large.

    Chevrelet landed and faced the person.

        "Neat trick kid," the guy said, "But, I'm in a hurry."  Chevrelet

raised his hand and blasted the guy backward.  He fell to the

ground.

        Kiasaki walked up the road. Whoa, she thought that kid wiped him

Out, effortlessly.  She stepped off the road and watched.

    Isuzu got up and shouted:

 "Yamahah!" and a blue blaze of light

shot toward Chevrelet. Chevrelet, dodged and came up with an

uppercut that was the start of a quick moving fury of fists in

which he and Isuzu punched and blocked continuously.

         Kia came panting up the road.  She watched in awe as the young

boy beat the you know what out of an eighteen-year-old.

Chevrelet stopped. Another had arrived.  So far, he and Isuzu

were evenly matched, but another stronger person had arrived.

         He looked over the panting Isuzu and saw a small girl about

his size with blood red hair and brilliant green eyes. How, he thought, how could a girl like that be stronger than me?

         He had been assigned to kill her. With Isuzu injured, he flew over and stood facing the girl.