I try to go at it mano y mano, but Ruiz (the plucky young private with everything to prove) leaps to defend me at an inopportune moment and I’m forced to split my attention to save her. The Commandant throws her off of a railing (we’re fighting on a catwalk, right? Right, of course we are) and I catch her, dangling precariously on the edge.
The Commandant walks up behind me, ready to kick us both off into oblivion. Ruiz pulls out a knife, smiles sadly, and tosses it up at me as she twists out of my grasp, falling into oblivion. I catch it and turn to the surprised Python Commandant.
“Time to balance the scales of justice,” I say. “You’re hiss-tory.”
I have no problem doing this one on one if I’d be putting the other folks at an unnecessary risk, but if they can help me without an overly high chance of death or injury, then I’d just as soon keep them in the fight.
The whole mano-a-mano fight at the end of movies bugs the heck out of me. Just once, I want Indiana Jone’s sword-vs-gun scene to be the climax of a movie.
I could tell from the OP that Skald was remembering the movies “Romancing the Stone”
I voted to have the norms helps me. like most voters so far. I’d give up the personal pleasure of killing Python myself if ANYTHING would make sure he goes down.
Good, we’ll deploy them against the Commandant. Vengeance will be served by humiliating him, on top of defeating him. Also, it will get millions of hits on YouTube.
I think the sensible thing to do would be to pluck a swooping vampire from the air, press its fangs into one of my veins and face my nemesis. The commandant can’t take on a vampire-supersoldier, no one can.
After dispatching him with ninja death-stars, I’d initiate the self-destruct sequence on the island fortress and clinging his (now unhypnotised) slave-bride Seductra to me, I’d zip-line out of there on the webbing from one of his mechanical spiders. I would NOT look back at the explosion.
I just don’t see any other realistic course of action.
Read the account of Scylla’s death in The Marathon Man. If two evenly matched opponents are duking it out, then there’s no question that a few extra “normal” bad asses can unbalance the equation. Don’t care how much super-soldier serum you’ve imbibed, if you’re in a headlock and some guys start whacking you with gun butts or poking you with big-Ass Rambo survival knives, then the fight is over.
