Dial - Season 1 - Episode 115

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 115

Truth was, that huge man didn’t know me.
My Pappy, a man who had had it tough in the world, and struggled for every scrap of food that ever came his way, until he built his empire, had vowed to himself that his son would never suffer as much as he had.
And so, from the very onset, he had trained me to be a man able to defend myself in all situations. He had taken me to an unarmed combat master, a fearsome man called Wailer, who had taught me the savage martial arts of GojuFist. I had spent years perfecting the deadly craft, and I was a deadly mass of skills as I stood glaring at that huge caricature of a man!
His first intent was to bring the club bluntly on top of my head, but when he raised it above his head I stepped in quickly into his unprotected range and delivered a crunching blow into his heart area!

He made a strangled noise of pain and surprise, and then his legs buckled. He tottered sideways, and fell down on is right knee. Aware that the Princess was looking at me, I raised my foot and kicked the man hard in the chest, and he fell backward with another grunt!

For a split second I saw a flash of surprise on her face, but it was quickly replaced by sheer venom, like a child with a broken toy.
“Who are you?” she hissed venomously. “Get down on your face, now!”

She was pointing to the ground with a stiff finger.

She got my blood running with unadulterated fury. I had never allowed any woman to cow me, and her arrogance and complete disrespect really made me angry.
“I’m not getting down on my face for you, woman!” I said tightly.

“You ugly old hog!” she shouted. “Tambi, get him down on his face!”
The guard on the right came for me, screaming and swinging his club dangerously for my head.

To me, he was as slow as a tortoise. I danced away and crushed my foot into the joint of his right knee. He screamed and dropped, clutching his knee as he m0aned in agony!
The one on the left suddenly came at me with his club. He was a little bit more proficient and capable. His movements were fast and measured, but I was still better. I slid from his thrusts easily enough, and as I feinted to the left he rushed in foolishly, exposing his chest area.

I crashed the space between my thumb and forefinger into his trachea.
The pain was excruciating!