There weren’t many men left in the town now. It was small to begin with, but it was almost a ghost town now. Still they continued to kill each other off, in hope that they would get lucky and end this horrible saga once and for all. After an intense period of debate, the remaining few members of the town chose LazyMcCrow and SalmonSoil to duel to the death for their freedom. They were offered three weapons each, Lazy choosing the signpost, and Salmon choosing the whip.

They were corralled into the centre of town, passing the corpse of the state troopers and Sheriff Seon. The crowd was a lot more solemn then they were the first time they had a duel and Lazy still had nightmares of his first run in with the duelling arena. He shuddered at the thought of it, and brought up his signpost ready for another battle. Salmon had a mad glint in his eyes as he cracked the whip menacingly. Without a sound he lunged at Crow, the whip snapping against the signpost, ironically a stop sign that he only just got up in time. Salmon spun round and the whip followed lashing against Crow’s right leg which led him to gasp in pain and drop to one knee. Salmon, trying to push the advantage, swung down with all his might in an attempt to break Crow, but he was expecting it, and simply rolled out of the way and smashed the sign on the whip, cutting the top part off.

Salmon growled and advanced again, this time Crow fought back, first knocking the whip out of its swing and then closing in to dig the end into Salmon’s gut. He was propelled backward and fell onto his back. Lazy went to seal the deal but Salmon would not give up. The whip struck Lazy’s face causing him to scream as the whip left scar marks, the signpost falling to the ground. Lazy dived onto the whip and began to wrestle over it with Salmon, eventually pulling it free, only to let Salmon grab the signpost.

In opposite situations this time, the murderous glint was back in Salmon’s eye. He began to grin wildly and advance once more on Lazy. He swung the whip at the ground near Salmon, causing him to flinch. Lazy looked around him and saw another weapon grouping; he began to get an idea in his head. Salmon continued his advance, undeterred. Lazy waited until he was in striking distance, and turned, flicking the whip at the weapons, pulling a mace and sword into the ring. The crowd gasped, entranced at this dance of death. Salmon threw the signpost to the ground and ran over to the sword, while Lazy picked up the mace.

With a roar, Lazy charged Salmon with his new weapon the two weapons clashed as the men traded blows, they were an even match. The fight went on for minutes that seemed like hours, as they perfectly countered each other’s blows and strikes, neither one getting an advantage over the other. Lazy broke away, back heaving hard as sweat poured down his face. Salmon was in a similar situation. Salmon was the first to recover, brandishing his sword he lunged at Lazy, who turned the thrust and elbowed Salmon in the head. Pivoting, he brought the mace on his shoulder and as Salmon dropped to the ground, Lazy knew it was over. He went to deliver the finishing blow, when he was punched in the gut by a still kicking Salmon. “It ain’t over yet boy!” the fisherman growled at him and tackled Lazy to the ground. Lazy struggled to hold Salmon back and the mace fell to the ground in the struggle. Lazy bit Salmon’s ear, leading him to scream and using this; he pushed Salmon off of him, and grabbed his mace. Screaming incoherently, Lazy swung the mace at Salmon again, connecting with his head and he fell to the ground. Still screaming, he swung again and again until Salmon’s head began to separate from his body. Suddenly realising it was over, Lazy sat down.

The retired cop, DaveShack, sighed,” Well, we’ll see you in the morning then fellas. Terrible stuff this.”