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　Then　he　delivered　the　blade　into　the　back　of　the　man's　skull；　slicing　into　the　spinal　cord　with　a　sickening　snap；　and　twisting　the　thin　cold　blade。　The　blood　ozzed　out　the　open　wound　as　the　body　sagged。
　The　cries　of　encouragement　from　the　other　two　fighters　became　that　of　startled　outrage　now。　One　of　their　finest　was　gone　within　the　flash　of　an　eye。　They　could　hardly　believe　it；　judging　from　their　wide　eyes　and　their　backing　off　a　few　feet。
　Just　enough　pause　in　the　action　for　Rockson　to　slip　the　baton　from　the　nunchakus　and　get　ahold　of　the　dead　enemy's　weapon　of　choice。
　Then　the　remaining　two　recovered　from　their　shock。
　〃Lucky　shot；〃　Dedman　snarled；　sliding　the　gleaming　broadsword　from　his　scabbard；　throwing　his　spear　to　the　side。　〃Our　friend　was　unaware　you　had　the　knife；　and　we're　not。〃
　〃You're　wele　to　e　and　join　him　in　hell；〃　Rockson　taunted。　He　smoothly　snapped　the　butterfly　knife's　blade　back　into　the　handle　and　slipped　it　into　his　waistband。　He　swung　his　newly　acquired　nunchakas　so　rapidly　the　whooshing　sound　blotted　out　the　shout　of　〃Killll；〃　that　Dedman　made　as　he　charged　at　him。
　Rockson's　response　was　a　fluid　single　movement；　stepping　to　the　side；　dangling　the　nunchaku　sticks　at　his　side；　redrawing　his　balisong　from　his　waistband。　Dedman　wanted　him　to　raise　the　sticks：　the　overwhelming　overhead　swing　of　his　massive　weapon　would　meet　the　chain　of　Rockson's　weapon　and　snap　it　and　cut　through　the　intruders　head。
　But　always　do　the　unexpected；　Chen　had　taught。
　Rock　kept　the　knife　closed。　He　jabbed　at　his　attacked　neck　with　the　handle；　smashing　the　blunt　hardness　inches　deep　in　the　pressure　point　exactly　midway　between　the　Adam's　apple　and　the　jugular　vein　of　the　swordsman　as　the　blade　clanked；　sparks　flying；　against　the　hard　floor　tiles。　Rockson　did　this　maneuver　instinctively；　sensing　rather　than　seeing　where　his　opponent's　neck　was　…　a　trick　of　ninjutsu　he'd　learned　well　from　Chen。
　It　would　have　killed　any　normal　man；　but　the　peculiar　exoskeletal　structure　of　Dedman's　mutated　skeleton；　just　under　his　skin　and　thicker　than　normal；　merely　fractured。　He　rolled　and　stood　up；　screaming　in　pain；　but　he　was　alive。
　And　mad　as　hell。
　It　worked　once；　so　why　not　again：　〃Here；　piggy。　Piggy；　piggy；〃　Rock　taunted。　〃e　to　my　slaughter…house。〃
　Dedman　was　wracked　with　pain；　the　blood　from　the　blow　that　nearly　had　killed　him　coursed　down　his　forehead；　warm　and　sticky。　But　he　had　survived。　And　now　he　would　change　strategies；　control　his　anger　and　attack　a　new　way。
　He　shot　an　eye　toward　Bdos　Err；　who　understood。　Bdos　had　retrieved　the　spear　and　now　he　threw　it　to　Dedman。　Dedman　caught　it　in　his　free　hand　and　smiled　crookedly　…　he　only　showed　hints　of　emotion　in　battle；　otherwise　nothing　moved　him。　Now；　tasting　his　own　blood　on　his　lips；　he　approached　the　strange　man；　the　one　who　fought　so　unpredictably。　Dedman　got　into　a　crouch。　The　sword。。。　This　time　he　would　use　a　sideward　swing；　avoid　the　nunchaku　the　intruder　was　now　swinging　over　his　head。　Avoid　it　by　blocking　it　with　the　steel　spear。
　It　was　all　over　for　the　surface　dweller。
　Rockson　threw　the　balisong　with　deadly　accuracy。　The　blade　stuck　deep　in　the　cruel　heart　of　Dedman。　The　seven…inch　blade；　thrown　with　unerring　accuracy；　was　so　thin　that　it　had　done　what　Rock　prayed　it　would　do　…　split　the　bone　shield　under　Dedman's　slimy　skin。　And　it　had；　sliding　in　to　cut　the　aorta。　The　sword　fell　from　the　meaty　hand　that　held　it；　clattering　to　the　ground。
　Dedman　now　lived　up　to　his　name。
　〃Sorry　to　be　so　unsportsmanlike；〃　Rockson　said；　〃but　time　is　a…wasting。〃
　One　opponent　now。　The　most　deadly。　Bdos　circled　to　the　left。　He　had　his　bullwhip　out。　The　main　event。
　With　a　sinking　heart；　the　Doomsday　Warrior　stood　to　face　this　challenge　with　the　knowledge　that　it　was　probably　too　late　to　stop　Stafford　by　now。　At　least　two　minutes　had　expired；　enough　time　for　Stafford　to　have　escaped　…　with　Factor　Q。　In　just　a　few　more　minutes；　he　would　make　it　to　the　probeshaft　and　fire　it　up　to　the　surface。
　Rockson　shouted；　〃Bdos；　here's　a　little　knife　for　you　too；〃　and　made　like　he　was　throwing　something。
　Bdos　ducked　the　imaginary　knife；　shielding　his　eyes　for　a　second　…　enough　time　for　Rock　to　yank　the　balisong　from　its　bloody　home　in　Dedman's　chest。
　God；　it　was　stuck　in　good。　He　barely　made　it。
　Rock　had　grown　attached　to　the　slender　weapon　in　this　fight。　It　had　accounted　for　two　deaths；　why　not　a　third？　As　Chen　stated　often：　Always　fight　with　the　weapon　you　are　most　skilled　with　…　if　possible。
　But　Rockson　added；　as　he　saw　what　was　ing；　But　don't　get　hung　up　on　digging　it　out　of　a　dead　man。
　SWWOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHHH。　The　long　lash　of　the　bullwhip　sailed　out；　and　wrapped　around　Rock's　legs　so　fast　that　he　was　spun　off　his　feet　and　dragged　across　the　floor　in　a　mere　fraction　of　a　second。　A　second　swoosh　and　a　surprise　shorter　whip　tore　a　red　line　across　the　Doomsday　Warrior's　back　as　he　rolled；　trying　to　unravel　himself。　The　lash　tore　off　his　shirt。
　Rock　took　advantage　of　his　closeness　to　the　attacker　to　jab　with　the　balisong。　He　hit　metal　armor。　Shit。
　Rockson　spun　himself　out　of　the　grip　of　the　bullwhip's　cord　before　the　second　blow　from　the　shorter　whip　struck。
　He　needed　cover　…　and　dove　to　get　behind　a　cabinet。　The　whiplash　came　again；　more　accurately。　The　long　leather　cord　sang　through　the　air　so　quickly　that　Rockson　was　struck　in　middive。　The　long；　snakelike　thing　caught　him　in　the　ankles　and　wrapped　around　them　so　tight　that　Rockson　was　stop…motioned　and　pulled　down　hard　onto　the　floor。　Bdos；　with　incredible　strength；　pulled　the　whip　back　toward　him；　with　Rockson　entrapped　in　its　grip。　Feet　first；　the　Doomsday　Warrior　was　headed　toward　death。
　Using　a　ninja　trick；　making　himself　into　a　tight　ball；　the　axis　of　which　was　his　imprisoned　ankles；　he　spun　ten　times　to　the　side　like　a　whirlwind。　He　was　free　…　for　now。
　He　quickly　recovered；　snapped　open　his　body；　and　leapt　to　the　side　…　too　late　to　avoid　the　tip　of　the　long　whipcord　slashing　a　red　gouge　across　his　forehead。　His　eyes　became　obscured　by　blood。　The　whipcord's　steel　tip　had　missed　them　by　mere　inches。　And　then　again；　and　again；　the　whip　cracked　the　stillness。　And　Rockson　rolled　and　rolled；　like　a　mad　dervish。
　He　found　the　baton。　The　whipcord　sailed　out　again。　Rock　held　the　baton　above　his　head。
　The　cord　wrapped　around　the　baton　…　and　Rockson's　wrist。　The　pain　was　intense。　But　he　endured　it。　He　held　on　as　a　mighty　tug　tried　to　free　the　whipcord。　Blood　pulsed　out　of　torn　cartilage　on　his　wrist。　Blood　oozed　down　from　his　forehead　into　his　eyes。　The　pain　in　a　dozen　parts　of　his　steel…muscled　bronze　body　was　agonizing。　But　he　held　on。　He　had　not　only　his　own　life　at　stake。　The　whole　world　depended　on　the　next　few　seconds　of　this　terror。
　And　Rockson；　knowing　the　additional　pain　it　would　create；　still　forced　himself　to　roll　for　his　attacker；　holding　onto　the　long　bullwhip　cord。
　He　had　to　get　this　over　with。
　The　smaller　whip　snapped　out　its　message　of　ultimate　pain；　hitting　the　Doomsday　Warrior　in　the　groin。　The　blow　was　partly　…　but　only　partly　…　ameliorated　by　the　metal　zipper　of　his　pants。　The　pain　was　unbearable　yet　had　to　be　endured。
　The　shorter　cord　struck　his　face；　slashing　a　gouge　across　his　cheek。　Dimly；　through　the　blood　in　his　bleary　eyes；　Rockson　could　see　the　look　of　triumph　on　Bdos　Err's　countenance。
　Bdos　struck　again　at　Rock's　face。　And　the　Doomsday　Warrior；　always　unorthodox；　snagged　the　second　whipcord　in　his　teeth；　and　bit　hard　onto　it。　He　held　on　and　got　to　his　feet。　Twisting　like　a　top；　he　spun　now；　ramming　his　skull　into　the　man's　face。
　His　tormentor　oomphed　as　his　nose　cracked；　and　as　Rock　raised　his　face　before　the　man；　he　knew　Bdos　could　take　less　pain　than　he　could　deliver。　He　was　shaken。
　Rock　took　the　sheathed　knife　from　Bdos　Err's　belt；　used　all　his　might　to　lift　up　one　of　Bdos　Err's　arms；　and　slammed　the　blade　in　toward　the　one　spot　on　his　massive　chest　area　that　the　armor　didn't　cover　…　the　space　in　the　armor　under　the　armpit。　Pain　drove　him　like　no　other　incentive　to　destroy　this　man；　this　last　fearsome　obstacle　to　the　pursuit　of　Stafford。
　It　was　over；　the　look　in　his　eyes　told　the　story。　Waning　life。　The　strength　of　the　man　was　s