Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. WWE does. Except Lincoln, which is mine
Lincoln was pumped with adrenaline, his mind in brute-force mode. 'I can take him.' He thought to himself as he launched at the demon. Dave watched, his mouth open wide as the demon caught Lincoln mid-flight and tossed him to the other side of the room effortlessly.
"YOU CALL YOUSELF A SLAYER?!? PATHETIC!" The demon spat out. He turned around to cheers and signs of approval as the other demons in the bar egged him on."
"KILL HIM! KILL THE SLAYER!"
"DEMONS ONLY!"
"RIP HIS HEAD OFF!"
"GIVE HIM WHAT HE DESERVES!"
Dave stood by the bar, horrified at what he'd just witnessed. He couldn't just stand there and do nothing, but he knew he was well out matched. The demon was at least 7 feet tall and must have weighted a ton. The bullets from Dave's gun didn't even faze him.
'I can't just stand here and do nothing!' Dave said as the demon crept slowly to where Lincoln was.
Off at a corner Willie was desperately trying to calm the fired up crowd.
"You guys stop! Please I don't want any trouble."
"Too late Loose Lips. The slayer is long overdue for an ass wiping—"
Dave cut the demon off and began to kick and punch at him, desperate to distract him from Lincoln. The demon pushed Dave with such force that he slammed his back into a booth by the wall. Dave's vision became woozy and blurry.
'No' He said as he saw the demon had now focused his attention on Lincoln, who still lay unresponsive on the floor. He tried his hardest to pick himself up, but he couldn't move. His back was killing him. He laid there paralyzed, horrified as to what was about to happen. Lincoln was going to die and he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
Willie made his way to the demon, who had his enormous foot hovering over Lincoln's head.
"Hey look there buddy—"
"MY NAME IS VOGR!" The demon yelled. He began to back Willie into a corner, clearly disgusted that his mere human would dare place himself before his kill.
"OK OK Vugar...um I mean Borg or whatever look, you can't go around killing people in here. This place is a sanctuary, not a blood bath."
"Does it look like I care flesh bag?" Vogr responded. He peered down at Willie, who was on the verge of blacking out.
"Go back to serving my fine brethren some drinks or I'll—"
Vogr was interrupted as a chair came slamming down on the back of his head. He turned around to see Lincoln, standing tall and ready for battle.
"Can't kill me that easily pebbles."
"ARRG!" Vogr yelled and charged at Lincoln, who responded with a full-force roundhouse kick to the demon's head. Vogr quickly recovered and went for Lincoln again, who made his way to the middle of the bar to gain an advantage. Dave continued to look on as did the other bar patrons.
"You're gonna die slayer!" Vogr roared. Lincoln took his stance and motioned for the demon to attack. Vogr obliged and pulled back his arm, making a fist. Lincoln countered with a block and spun around to kick him in the mid-section. Vogr stumbled back as Lincoln launched himself once again, this time with a double forward kick that sent Vogr smashing into the bar, splitting it into two.
"Oh god no!" Cried Willie.
Lincoln picked up a pool stick and smashed it over Vogr's head. It had minimal effect on the rocky demon.
'Damn he's too tough to crack' Lincoln thought. He knew he needed another plan. As Vogr got up Lincoln noticed there was soft pink material embedded under the rocky coating. 'A possible weakness' the slayer thought. He got off the ground and sprinted towards the demon. He grabbed its head and tossed it across the floor and into some chairs. He jumped over the bar and ran into the kitchen. Vogr could be heard growling at the top of his lungs as Lincoln desperately searched for something long and sharp. Just then he'd found a long smooth cutting knife. He ran with it back into the bar where Vogr now had his attention on Dave. Dave squirmed, still paralyzed from the attack as Vogr came closer.
"Hey! Stay away from him!" Lincoln cried as he leaped over the bar and began to punch Vogr at the head. He then punched at his middle section and kicked him in the head. Vogr became dazed. Lincoln waited for the opportunity to present itself to kill Vogr. He reached down and grabbed Dave's shirt collar and slide him backwards across the room, away from Vogr, protecting him. As he did this, Vogr grabbed Lincoln's throat and squeezed hard, lifting the slayer up from the floor. Lincoln looked down as the fleshy spacing between the rocks on Vogr's body became exposed. He grabbed the knife from his pocket and shoved it into the demon's neck area. He was immediately dropped on the ground as Vogr tried to pull the knife out, screaming. Lincoln kicked Vogr in the shin, sending him forward. Lincoln rolled out of the way as the demon slammed into the ground. He grabbed the knife and pulled it out of Vogr's neck and planted it into his back, causing the demon to cry out in pain. Lincoln then placed his hands on either side of the demon's neck and pulled in opposite directions, causing his neck to break. Vogr laid on the floor lifeless. The slayer succeeded in killing him. The cheers were now replaced with eerie silence.
"Now, Willie. Tuvathu. Where is he?"
"Um... Last I heard he was held up in some warehouse across town."
"Been there, done that." Lincoln wiped his brow and looked over his shoulder to check on Dave, who was struggling to get up.
"No no no. Another warehouse. By the docks somewhere."
"Excellent. See what happens when you tell the truth the first time? This doesn't happen." Lincoln walked over to Dave and grabbed his arm to pull him up.
"Let's get out of here" Dave said still in a daze.
"Sure thing."