The Last Stand (9)

The scarred man didn't waste another second. He lunged at Linsley, his knife slicing toward him in a precise, practiced arc. But Linsley was faster.

With a sharp step to the side, he brought his crowbar up in a fluid motion, deflecting the blade with a resounding clang.

The force sent sparks flying as the knife skittered across the dirt.

Aurielle was already in motion, her pistols barking with lethal precision.

Her first shot grazed the machete-wielding woman's shoulder, drawing blood and forcing her to stumble behind a toppled planter. The second shot struck her weapon, sending it clattering out of reach.

The stocky player roared, charging Linsley with his crowbar raised high.

The weapons collided with a brutal clang, the force of the impact reverberating through the garden. But Linsley had the upper hand, his counterstrike knocking the man's weapon from his grasp and leaving him defenseless.