Lady Grace the Story of Ben and LaraChapter 17 Father Ben
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Ben got to his feet with a groan. Stay put my ass. He just had to sit down for a minute, and it had been a minute. He limped out of his hiding spot and heard some cheering and shouting from where Lady Grace had gone.
Great. Leave her alone for one minute... He saw a ring of people and inside it the distinctive movements of Lady Grace. She was fighting Apone, the sergeant who had taken command of the bikers earlier.
There were way too many guys for him to sneak up and take out, even if he hadn't been shot and beaten into hamburger. He needed a distraction, and Lara had used up all their bombs. Ben looked around frantically, searching for something, anything. Damn, damn, damn. What did you distract a bunch of bikers with? The traditional answer was beer and women, but he was all out of beer—though I sure could use one right about now—and the only woman on the scene was what he had to distract them away from.
Through a forest of pipes Ben saw the blocky form of a tractor trailer rig. He smiled.
Lara knew a small amount about military style hand to hand combat. Her major domo was an old salty British infantry man, and they sparred every now and again. What she had learned from Ian told her was that the last thing she wanted to do was let Texas Apone get anywhere near grabbing range. If you couldn't shoot an opponent, cut him with a knife, stab him with a bayonet or bop him with a rifle butt, you were to get as close to him as possible and rip him limb from limb. In the course of doing so, you used every dirty trick in the book: face attacks, eye gouges, biting, harsh language; whatever. There was pretty much only one rule: do whatever it took to win and survive.
Seeing as Texas Apone had no rifle, combat knife or bayonet—much to Lara's relief—he had to rely on his eighty pounds of weight, five inches of height and massive upper body strength. If he managed to get those mitts of his on her, all it would take was one good hit and she would be out like last weeks laundry.
They circled each other for about ten seconds, each eyeing each other, psyching each other out and testing reaction time. Normally Lara would have taken a strong offence, striking out at atemi, or vital points like the knee or throat. With Apone's size and build, hitting him was going to be like kicking a brick wall, the only way she was going to score was going to be through striking at his body's natural weak spots. However, he was proving to have very fast reflexes and besides that it was only going to take one punch to send her packing. Odds were he was just going to absorb whatever she threw at him and throw a simultaneous counterstrike. It meant she had to be very fast and very careful when she attacked.
With a growl, Apone stepped in, jabbing at her with his left fist. Lara blocked his punch to the outside, trying to turn his body away from her to expose his kidney and make his defence harder. Apone was having none of it. He resisted her easily then released a strong combination of punches, stepping closer and crowding all the while.
Lara danced back, using her greater agility and speed to keep her distance while she blocked his powerful fists. She managed to slip a blow past his guard and drive her left fist into his face, but Apone made no notice of it.
Lara felt a very small bit of satisfaction. She may have managed to strike the first blow, but it hadn't fazed him and this little scrap wasn't for points in some tournament.
She tried to step around him, to expose his back and his vulnerable kidneys, but the black former hand to hand instructor lashed out with a back hand strike. She blocked it with both hands but the force of the blow still sent her stumbling. This man is too bloody strong.
He was on her too fast for her to dodge. He grabbed her wrist and tried to get her into a submission hold, but Lara used her speed to break out and throw him to the ground with a hip toss. Her positioning wasn't good for any sort of follow up, so she tried to back away from Apone and wait for an opening, but he grabbed her ankle and jerked her off of her feet.
She fell onto her front facing away from Apone. He reached in with his other hand to solidify his hold, but Lara brought her free leg up and with a snarl kicked him savagely in his short ribs. When that didn't seem to stop him she reared back and struck him squarely in the jaw. It seemed to so the trick.
Lara jerked herself free and scrambled to her feet, watching as Apone did the same. "Nice hit, sweetheart," He gave her a bloody grin and spat out an ivory tooth. "It's the only one you're gonna get."
Lara couldn't think of a witty reply. She leapt forward, faking a head kick and bringing her heel down squarely on his knee. He made to grab the leg but Lara was too quick for him.
This is going to be a long bloody fight.
Ben hobbled up to the big truck, keeping an eye on the two guys leaning against the front fender. They were almost hidden in its shadow and the main thing Ben could see of them were the bright red cherries of their cigarettes. He could hear them talking faintly as he approached.
"You're shittin' me. Now we ain't moving out until four in the fuckin' morning?" asked one of the guys in a beer belly voice.
"With all the crap that happened here tonight, we're gonna miss our satellite window or something," answered the second guy, the taller of the two who was closest to the front. Ben had to take them out in order to get in their truck. He reached for his trusty tire iron before remembering that one of Apone's men had taken it.
"Shit." Replied the first trucker, banging his fist against the armoured side of the tractor. "We could have been to Santa Ana and back five times in all this time we've been sitting here waiting." Ben's ears perked up. Santa Ana? Mexico? He pulled his stolen pistol from his belt and approached the two men, trying to keep his walk steady.
Apone's fist bulldozed past Lara's defence and clipped her in the jaw. A bright light of pain flared in Lara's eyes, but she managed to keep her senses enough to deliver a punishing counter blow to his floating ribs. Apone accepted the hit like he had every other one Lara had delivered to him: with no indication that it had effected him what so ever. Lara was becoming convinced the man had no nerve endings.
She had hit him no less than six times and other then the one kick on the jaw none of them had had any effect what so ever. He, on the other hand, had only to throw a strong attack, and even if she managed to block it, more often than not it still either powered through her defence or sent her stumbling. He still hadn't managed to connect with a full force blow, but once he did it was good-bye Lara.
Her luck was running out. She had to end this now.
Lara had spent most of the fight frantically retreating from Apone, so when she stepped into him and delivered a lightning fast crescent kick to his head, she could see him smiling. This sort of flashy 'Hollywood' attack was the sort of thing he had been expecting from the beginning. It was an attack that Lara would normally never use against an experienced opponent; head kicks were slow, obvious, and easily blocked. Besides that, they threw you totally off balance.
Apone intercepted her kick and caught it, just as she hoped he would. He was going to use his grip on her leg and her fragile balance to get her to the ground and end the fight in a horrible, brutal fashion, or at least that he was going to try. Lara knew that what she was about to do was very risky and that if it failed she was finished, but Lord Henshingly's little girl had always taken foolish risks, and—so far—they had always paid off.
Apone's two hands both gripped on Lara's leg which meant that he had none free to block. In the second before he could take her down, she launched herself from the ground with her free leg. With a powerful kiai and every ounce of power she could muster, Lara delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to the big ex marine's exposed head.
She knew she connected. She knew it was probably the most powerful blow she could have struck. She felt his head snap back under the force of the attack, but somehow the man still managed to retain his grip on her leg as he fell.
It was by no means a perfect technical takedown on his part, but with his two hundred pounds of weight and his unbreakable grip on her leg, when he hit the ground she was pulled with him like a rat with an anchor.
He was still stunned, but that wasn't going to last long. Any other man that kick would have knocked him out like a light, if not broken his neck, but if Apone was conscious now odds were he was going to stay that way. I certainly hope I can 'persuade' him to let me go before he comes to his senses. On the ground, in close combat, they were in his domain. Unless she could cripple him or break free in the next few seconds, he was going to tie her into a pretzel.
Lara tried to pull her leg free but it wouldn't budge. Apone was laying on her captured leg, covering it from shin to thigh, with her free leg around his back in a kind of scissors. She leaned forward and smashed one fist into the side of his head and, not waiting to see if it had any effect, extended her other hand into a rigid knife hand and drove it into his throat.
Unfortunately, it seemed that the term 'Leatherneck' seemed rather apt describing Apone. The blow only seemed to draw him back to his senses. With a furious expression and a roar, the big marine grabbed her leg and tried to flip her over. Lara wasn't inexperienced in ground fighting—in fact jujutsu taught a great deal of it—but Apone's weight and training still gave him an incredible edge.
Fortunately, his wounds seemed to be slowing him up and for a few moments she actually held her own. Not enough to get him into a lock or break a limb like she had been trained, but enough to keep herself alive. Two can play at fighting dirty, sport. Lara tried everything she could to get out alive. She clawed his eyes, grabbed his scrotum and pulled, but in the end it was taking a healthy bite out of his nose that got him to release her.
Lara scrambled away from Apone and to her feet, bruised, twisted, and weary. Her shirt was ripped almost off from Apone's grip and she could taste blood in her mouth. The booing and jeering from the 'ring' reminded Lara that even if she managed to beat her opponent, she still had over a dozen bikers to contend with. With their attitudes towards women, she knew that she would be lucky if they just killed her.
The possibility of being passed around to be raped by every man present was enough to keep Lara fighting. There is no possible way I will allow that to happen to me. I'll take as many with me as I can before bring me down. That was how it was going to end, Lara knew, unless somehow Ben could come and save the day. Unfortunately, that was unlikely to happen. Ben was laying hidden out there somewhere, probably in shock or passed out from loss of blood.
Lara watched grimly as Apone, bloody and weary, got to his feet, still ready to fight. As always, it was up to Lara to fight her battles alone.
Ben walked up to the two truckers.
"Who the hell are you?" The tall one asked. Ben didn't reply, just walked up to the guy and swung the gun barrel into the guy's gut. He doubled over with a 'whoop'. Before the other one could react, Ben swung with pistol barrel up with a wordless roar and brought it across the second man's face.
"I need to borrow your truck." Ben growled to the two men who lay on the ground then opened the semi's door and pulled himself inside. When you get it back, though, it ain't gonna be drivable. He shut the door behind him and locked it.
Ben looked around the cab with trepidation. The last time he had been in the driver's seat of one of these babies, it had been hanging out of a plane suspended over a cliff. It wasn't a fun memory. He brushed a fast food wrapper off the dash.
Ben cast his eyes over the controls, and in a moment found the onboard computer console. He flicked it on and scrolled through menu screens until he found the command for 'trailer release'. He punched it and heard a hydraulic click from the back of the truck. Good. For what he was going to be doing, he was going to need all the speed he could get, and he couldn't get that hauling a few thousand gallons of whatever the hell they were hauling.
Ben twisted the key and the truck's big diesel engine roared to life. He put the thing in gear and it started with a lurch. Ben frowned. Now I remember why I hate these things so much. Too big, too clunky and —as he tried to gear up and listened to the transmission scream—too many damn gears. He sounded the air horn and hit the retarder brakes, anything to make noise and get peoples attention.
I've had enough of sneaking around. Come on, shoot at me with your little pop guns. This baby is armour plated!! With a fierce grin, Ben steered the big truck towards where he'd last seen Lady Grace. Hopefully he wasn't too late.
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