Friday, March 9th, 2114
Having regained control of his mount, Darby is circling around to the front of the building. As he rounds the corner at a trot, the horse is spooked by a crouching figure. Failing to keep control of the animal, Darby falls off the mount. The stranger levels a crossbow at Darby’s chest and says " Nim is looking for Bob." Darby replies “I don’t know anything about that, but I’m going back in there”, motioning towards the building. Nim gestures for Darby to lead on, and they both hop back in through the nearest window. In response to the strange looks Nim gets, Darby placates the group by saying “He’s helping us, but I think he’s a little retarded.”
The firefight continues, and Darby sees an opening to sneak up behind Mr. Fix-it. Hoping to put an end to the firefight, Darby tries to grab Mr. Fix-it and threaten him with his machete. Unfortunately Mr. Fix-it is too fast and reversed the grab, knocking the machete out of Darby’s hand. Darby grins sheepishly as Mr. Fix-it levels his gun to his face and pulls the trigger.
Only then did he realize he was out of ammo. Darby headbutts Mr. Fix-it, pasting his nose in a red spray. Mr. Fix-it attempts to pistol whip Darby in response, only to have his arm caught mid strike and the pistol ripped from his grasp. Darby retreats back to the cover of a nearby room.
The fighting continues, one by one, the other slavers get taken down by bow shot, crossbow and dagger. At one point Terry steps into view and flings three large rocks in rapid succession, his movements so fast his arm is a blur. The stones hit their mark, and two slavers go down with cracked skulls. Terry slinks back into the darkness of the room.
Using this distraction to his advantage, Darby pistol whips Mr. Fix-it, making a ruin of his already flattened nose. Mr. Fix-it runs toward the doorway as more slavers pour inside. “About fucking time the rest of you showed up, now KILL THAT ASSHOLE!” Fix-it screams in bloody rage, pointing at Darby.
Nim levels a pistol of his own at Mr. Fix-it, it barks explosively but misses. Edison takes down one of the new comers with a clean shot to the neck, while Terry dispatches another with a blur of hurled stones. Ather, seeking to take advantage of the confusion hurls a dagger at Mr. Fix-it, but misses the mark. The dagger sails past Mr. Fix-it to sink deeply into Terry’s shoulder.
Chaos erupts, Darby and Ather fall back to the room where Nim and Edison have been sniping. Terry, bleeding profusely, climbs out the nearest window into the cool night air, a slaver quietly following from behind. He attempts to heal himself but the pain is too great, breaking his concentration. The warm golden glow that normally fills him when he reaches for it, forsaking him. The slaver slips through the window and attacks Terry, who narrowly avoids the blow. Terry seizes one large rock and hurls it with great force, cracking the slaver’s head open like an overripe melon. The body falls to the ground, twitching.
The fighting continues, and the slaver’s numbers dwindle. Edison has an idea, grabs a nearby piece of wood and hurls it into the room where Mr. Fix-it and the remaining two slavers are holding up. As he throws the wood, he shouts to his group to “take cover!” The morale of the last two slavers finally breaks and they flee out the door, into the night. Fix-it curses and runs up the stairs to the second floor. Darby leaps after him, hammer in hand, and almost stumbles into him at the top of the stairs. Mr. Fix-it smiles a bloody grin and slashes at Darby with a short sword. The two lock in melee, trading blows. Finally seeing an opening, Darby finishes the job. Mr. Fix-it’s body slides down the stairs to the bottom floor, in a bloody heap. The slavers have been defeated.