One caught Arjen off-guard, sending a hard lick from his weapon to the side of his head that caused him to stagger away a few paces. The other man stood in front of me aiming his weapon at my face.
“On your knees and toss the fucking weapon!” he shouted. I complied, but my mind was running through hundreds of scenarios on how to get on the right side of this wrong. The sight of HB skidding across the concrete and landing just out of my reach put a deep ache in my heart.
The man standing over me was supposed to be keeping me in check, but he was distracted by Arjen and his buddy who were now trading punches. Since he obviously didn’t see me as a threat, I didn’t waste the opportunity he didn’t know he was giving me. My upward kick connected with his weapon, knocking it away, but not out of his hand.
The impact of the kick caused a deep gash to open on the part of my bare foot that connected with the metal. I sent my bloody foot into the weapon a second time causing it to fly up and strike the ground behind the man.
Arjen continued to fight with the man that had hit him, both tussling to gain control of the gun they gripped. Their deathly fight and wild movements had rounds firing off in random directions.
I didn’t wait around for the man near me to regain control of his gun. I took a firm grip of the one scraped up heel that was barely clinging to my foot and slung it with all my might at his head.
The hard hit stunned him enough for me to stand and hit him again, sending the heel of the shoe into his temple. The lick had drawn blood and pissed him off enough that he slung wild punches at me that I was thankfully quick enough to dodge.
One of his heavy handed punches would put me on my ass, so I was ducking and dodging like my life depended on it. The sight of blood pouring out of the side of his head caused a devious smirk to crease my lips.
The next few blows had him woozy enough for me to tangle my leg with his and we went down, thankfully with me falling on top of him. Half atop his chest, I spun my body so that I had a hand and a foot aimed at his head. With the heel placed at his temple, I held it in place and used the back of the bloody heel of my foot to hammer the heel into the side of his head.
The man fought me with flailing arms and erratic kicks, but the trauma to his head had his motor functions sluggish. In his weakened state, I stood and used more strength to stomp the heel deeper into his head.
The moment I felt something give, was when I knew his skull was starting to cave. Blood squirted and gushed from the hole I was determined to drill in his head.
The mess I was making had called Arjen’s attention. He had shot and killed the man he was fighting and was watching me with a wide eyed expression fixed on his face like the devil was set loose to rain hell on earth.
Determination had fueled my blood and I didn’t stop my attack until I had the length of the heel as deep as it would go into the man’s skull. The first thing I did was find HB and take up a position to return fire.
Arjen took a quick scan of the area, searching for more gunmen as the sound of gunfire popping off continued around the property. His gaze dropped to the man I had hammered my heel into. The muscles in his body continued to convulse as blood continue to flow from his damaged head.
“Damn. You really fucked him up,” he said before eyeing me with a proud glint flashing in his gaze.
He put a finger to his ear, listing to something his men were telling him as we hunched low near the back end of his jeep.
“You remember how to get into the armory?” he asked me.
“Yes.”
“I need you to get to it and take out what we may not be able to see. They have a way to block us from night vision and from detecting their heat signatures,” he said.