Page 199 of Storm over the Caribbean
His foot lashed out and, snaking around the other man’s leg, tugged hard. With a startled yell, the massive figure lost his footing and crashed to the floor again. Mr Ambrose’s sword came down towards him—
Yes, yes, yes!
—only to slam against the tiles as the big bastard rolled to the side.
Dammit!
A kick from a leg the size of a tree-trunk sent my husband sailing backwards, and, before he could steady himself, the bloody giant was already upon him. A furious duel began, steel flashing in the darkness in a twisted whirlwind of death. I didn’t rush to his aid. I didn’t even dare step close for fear of startling Mr Ambrose at the wrong moment. But I wanted to. Oh, how I wanted to! I wanted nothing more than to jump in and start stabbing the bastard who was trying to tear apart my husband! But in my condition? I could only stand and watch.
At least the two opponents seem to be rather evenly matched.
Or that’s what it looked like at first.
As time dragged on, however, it became increasingly obvious that the giant had an advantage. Bringing his size and weight to bear, he was able to push Mr Ambrose back farther and farther until, finally, a powerful swing of the sabre ripped Mr Ambrose’s own blade from his hand and sent it clattering across the floor.
“Now…” The massive man growled. “I will have my answers!Where is he?”
“He? He who?”
“Don’t play games with me!” In an instant, the shadowy giant’s blade appeared at my husband’s throat. “Where. Is. He?”
Staring down the shadow towering above him, Mr Ambrose pointed down at the floor. “Down there.”
“Huh?” The big man looked down, and—
Wham!
I couldn’t suppress a grin as Mr Rikkard Ambrose slammed his arm against the flat of the giant’s blade and shoved it aside. Before the big bastard could react, Mr Ambrose leapt forward and rammed his fist straight into his enemy’s face. With a painedgrunt, the massive figure tried to bring his sabre back up, only for my darling husband to twist the bastard’s wrist, forcing him to let go.
Ha!
The big bastard howled, more in rage than in pain, then let his fists fly. Thus began the bloodiest brawl I had ever seen in my life—and considering I was friends with Patsy, that was saying something. The two exchanged a furious flurry of blows, the impacts of their fists echoing in the empty warehouse like cannon shots. I watched, teeth grinding, as, once again, Mr Ambrose was driven back. My pistol came up, pointing at the two struggling, twisting figures, but…
Dammit! I can’t get a clear shot in! Not without hitting Mr Ambrose!
And despite past experiences with my darling husband, I didn’t want to bet on his skin being actually made out of rock.
Just then, the giant managed to slam into Mr Ambrose with his whole weight, sending him stumbling backwards. With athud, he hit the floor, and then the towering shadow was above him, raising a mallet-sized fist.
Swearing, I dropped my gun and rushed forward.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! You’re pregnant! What do you think you can do?
But if I didn’t dosomething, we were all going to die here. So I did the only thing I could. With a growl, I threw myself forward and grabbed the big man by the beard, tugging hard.
“Yeeaaaagh!”
The bellow of pain echoed off the warehouse walls.
Ha! That served the bastard right! I tightened my grip on the massive beard, and…
Wait a moment.
Beard?
Massive Beard?
…
