She loses it (Kinda)

Senior POV

As I get the guns chambers rotate, I leave the seat and put on the safety, so it doesn't accidentally discharge into my back... ouch...

I wonder how Kylie is faring, probably quite well.

I peer out the door again to see their arms raised, since it took so long for them to get to this state, I assume that one of them tried diplomacy, and then Jeff called her a Xenophobe or maybe he did some sexist remark, wouldn't put it past him. Honestly, I wouldn't put anything past that fucking unhinged jock.

I grab a long metal rod to use as a pike in case things go to shit and I have to intervene, why did I set up my minigun again?

Whatever... I quickly sharpen my metal rod, wait... How do I end up with this?!

Oh actually it was probably meant to be one of the chambers and I got too lazy to install it or something.

"Come at me biiig~ Boy. Show me what my mans missing," She taunts.

What? Was she backing me up in some kind of way? Did the world end? Maybe I had inhaled too much idiot vapor today and I'm seeing and hearing things, cause there's no way she said that!

"It's okay honey, if you want me to take care of him? Or do yo-" I go along, and honestly, I wouldn't mind a flaming chick, or any female to be my babe. (Begone are the days of Smash or Pass :(( )

I hear an awkward silence, and the thought shoots across my brain like how quickly lightening strikes a idiot outside in the Great Planes that I might've gone too far.

"Whatever, if you don't like that, then you can just beat the shit out of this Xenophobe, I guess," I mutter, loud enough for them to hear, but softly enough to make it seem like it was meant to be private, even though I wanted it to be heard from Jeff, to unsettle him, since he must have gotten his hatred to aliens somehow.

"Woman! You must die for aiding this Lizard Man! So... DIE now!" He yells, and I peer out the door, to see him charging at her with his fists above his head, ready to annihilate her to dehydrated potato flakes.

I step out of out door, ready to back up Kylie if she ever requires it, but all I see is them looking at each other again with their arms raised, waiting for someone to make the first swing. Back to square one.

However, the first swing didn't come in, instead it was a kick, straight to Jeff's balls, and if there's one thing I know about Horse hormones is that it makes everything big, especially weak spots (If yall know what I mean). I almost feel bad for that poor steroid man, but then again... not really.

However, instead of tipping over, instead he leans over like he's about to puke, before catching himself and does a wild swing in her general direction, and she simply sidesteps the punch, delivering her own solid punch.

You hear the sweet sweet sound of a rib or two crunching, and he is knocked back several feet, however still on his feet, his horse-like mind blots out the pain, and then charges back at Kylie taking another dozen of wild swings, each time Kylie hits and pummels him, but he's still on his feet.

Maybe he took a bull hormone mix called Viking Fury? I heard that it's dangerous to take in large numbers, but it would probably result in this berserker that I see in front of me.

However, it was like Muhammed Ali against Sonny Liston, Jeff just wasn't fast enough to compete against the dancing Kylie, however I knew from firsthand experience that Kylie could hit much harder, which was what confused me.

"Come on, Kylie! Finish up this fight so I can make dinner! The longer I have to chaperone you, the longer it'll take me to make dinner!" I partially cheer, partially scold.

She sighs, "I thought you would enjoy this fight, I guess not..."

Jeff, getting infuriated from realizing she isn't trying changes tacts, and then charges at me.

Shocked by him actually using whole 2 bits of his brains try to pull off a dodge, forgetting about the long steel pole in my arms.

However, unlike Kylie, I wasn't nearly agile enough and I end up being tackled in an ugly and *barely* legal rugby style.

Sent flying, I lose my grip on my pole, only realizing now that I had it on me.

However, I keep my eyes on Jeff, for his second attack, however before he could finish his charge and thoroughly trample me again, Kylie runs up behind him and elbow his back.

Falling to the ground like a boulder fell on him, Kylie says in a furious tone, "You should probably get cooking, HUBBY," She mocks, before turning to the poor Jeff.

I may not be a psychic, but I know for a fact that there was a murderous aura coming from Kylie, how is she doing that!!?? Also why did she say to get cooking? Is she losing it or am I!?

She did do the correct assumption that I didn't want to watch him scream however, so I quickly take my leave after saying, "Please dispose of the body and the evidence when your done."

She nods and I shut the door behind me, put on some noise proof earmuffs, and I swear, I could still hear the screams.

How will I explain this to the Neighbors...