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. Seems the authority can catch us, Matvey said.He hadgot to his feet and was helping the others, making especiallysure his Char was all right.Again, before another word could be added, a clank ofmetal on metal reverberated throughout the ship.Theauthority craft had attached itself to their fighter s hull.There would only be a matter of moments before the manwould be in the cockpit with them firing his gun and askingquestions later.Lyndarum shifted.Not a moment too soon, either.Seconds after Lyndarumscurried under the protection of his Kirk, the cockpit doorwas blasted open.Matvey and Char let out a scream,backing away, while Kirk stepped forward, protecting themall.90 Atlantica DreamThe amazing thing was, Kirk didn t have a weapon, butthat didn t stop his bravado.He picked up the broken pilot schair, and as soon as the smoke cleared enough for him toget a good aim, he threw it with all his might at the firstperson to enter the cockpit from the blast hole.A loud metallic thud and a muffled moan later, the chairstruck the floor in a tangled mess and the authority guardwas on the floor, blood pouring out of a wound on his head. Take that, you fuck stain! Kirk said.Unfortunately, guards don t travel alone.Another guardentered, as did Wiks.With the appearance of Kirk s ex-lover,Kirk changed from being a protective hero to a salivatingmonster.Lyndarum couldn t blame him, either.Wiks hadsold them out& again.This time, Matvey and Char ran forward, rushing theguard.He was stunned to have opposition to his actions,and if it wasn t for the fact he had to step over the body ofhis fallen comrade, he might have readied his blaster sooner.Good thing for Matvey and Char he didn t.They piled ontop of him, causing a roll-around tussle on the floorcomplete with choice swear words and limbs akimbo.Watching them was kind of surreal in a way.There theywere, two former slaves, still naked& mostly, fighting fortheir lives to continue their new found freedom, cocks andassholes everywhere with the poor guard at a loss as to whatto do other than defend his life.Which left Wiks.Kirk let out a snarl, then balled his fists.He took on aboxer s pose. I m going to enjoy punching those prettyfeatures off your face, Wiks. Wiks readied himself, as well. Just you try it. Then it happened.Kirk and Wiks fought each other, bare-knuckled and holding nothing back.Lyndarum took a moment to take stock of the situation.91 Mark AldersTo his left, Matvey and Char had ripped off the guard sclothes, scratches and gouges all over his bare skin,punching, biting and kicking him without remorse.On hisright, Wiks and Kirk were punching the crap out of eachother, both dodging and diving as each punch was thrown.Seemed to Lyndarum the fighting was too even and theirbattles could go on forever.Not a situation he wanted to seeperpetuated for much longer.Time to act.He scurried over to where Matvey and Char had corneredthe authority guard.Sure, they had him where they wantedhim, but the man knew how to defend himself.All threemen wore battle scars, Matvey the worse affected.Without delay, Lyndarum launched himself off thecockpit control table, landing slap bang in the middle of theauthority guard s hairy chest.With a squeal that pierced themelee sodden air, he dug his poisonous barbs deep into theman s skin.Before the man could react, other than to grabLyndarum and pull him off his flesh, tearing his skin, hesank to the floor.The poison which coursed through hisveins had done its work, especially since Lyndarum gavehim an extra strong dose.Matvey let out a cheer, as did Char.Lyndarum shifted back to human form.His ribs had beencrushed and he swore a couple had been broken when theguard tried to pull him off his chest.Still, a small price topay for victory, really.A muffled groan from Kirk made Lyndarum well awarethe battle wasn t over yet.Another groan and then a skin onskin thud that sent shivers of disbelief through Lyndarum asboth men continued to fight.Kirk and Wiks looked worsefor wear, even after a short time of bare knuckle action.Kirk,sporting a black eye, a cut lip and blood all over hisknuckles, stood the steadiest at least.Wiks had a swollen leftcheek along with a black eye, his face caked with blood,92 Atlantica Dreammost running from his nose.Lyndarum was about to rush forward to help his mantackle his enemy, when Matvey grabbed him. I think it stheir fight and their fight alone. I suppose, Lyndarum said.He was reluctant to not goand offer help to his lover, but Matvey was right.This wassomething Kirk had to do, if only to help erase the demonsof his past.The fight lasted another ten minutes or so.With a finalpunch to Wiks s stomach, winding his opponent so hedoubled over to try and catch his breath, Kirk said, Hadenough, fucker? Tears were in Wiks s eyes.He looked angered, but evenso, had to admit defeat considering he was out numbered.Besides, he couldn t even stand up straight, his breath notcoming to him.He looked a sorry sight
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