Isabela rode her broomstick while studying Jed who was riding a giant bald eagle burdened with a sloshing container. They two duelists faced each other down high above the desert rocks. The young man gripped the ivory player card handles of two suits in both hands; dual wielding his revolvers. Meanwhile Mule concentrated on flying, and had his talons full with carrying the 2 ton ginormous keg of jungle juice. The witch readied the unlimited magical war chest provided by Killin Company inc.

“Hehe you’ve already shown me all your tricks my pretties, but I’m a hoarder at hiding tricks under my hat,” she cackled, spitting spent bubble gum into the darkening skyline.

“Bang!”.

“Hopefully there's a bald spot under there after I'm done shooting,” said Jed, blowing smoke from one of his barrels.

Jed had thought he had seen an opening, but in reality the sun was shining in his eyes, and his reflexes were slow as molasses. In comparison her wand waving skills were unmatched, just like her legendary smearing campaigns. She could kill a normal man just by uttering a few words from a long encyclopedia like knowledge of magic curses. With each crystal bubble popped from her ancient tung; a defensive shield quickly blocked any incoming projectiles provided by chewing gum. She twisted her twisted weapon to another setting. A stream of flames searing from the magic wand. She was one bad boss witch, and had no surviving family members.

Mule squawked like a seagull as he got out of the way just in time, but her secondary attack had other opinions. She had switched to the freezer burning setting. Some of Mule's feathers fell to the ground frozen turkey, while he flew severely slowed from gaining altitude. Jed was bucked off the saddle and held on by one hand. He held onto one gun while the other fell to the wayside out of bounds. The orange sky crackled with nervous energy as their opponent shocked its presence.

“Damn we just got destroyed back there. Are you still in one piece?,” said Mule, evening himself out in the clouds.

“Yes sir, but I think we need to come up with a better action plan,” yelled Jed, pulling himself back onto the saddle.

He heard something flying dangerously close, and ducked as a projectile flew right over his head. It exploded in the skyline ahead of their flight path.

“Hehehe,” Isabela laughed, stepping on the gas.

She had the targets in her sights now, and locked on. Her next spell would be a very rotten one. The gas she launched from the exhaust made of genetically mutated corn husks was pure funk. So had her previously emitted similar tunes in the last episode; before her crystal ball had been knocked off like her purse. Now clouds broke to clear far out of the way for the ancient crone that stunk up the skyline at sundown. Jed shot a pot shot in return, but was far off target. Another shot killed one of her little birds. The air all around him turned green, as a big skull and crossbones lit up in the smog. Mule tried to get out of the blast zone, but the tips of his wings were frosted.

As the local wildlife was exhausted. The witch was hauling ass in overdrive at over 100 miles an hour spreading her plague. The toxin overtook both heroes who erupted into fits of coughing. Jed’s eyes hurt like they were being stung by hornets, and his nostrils were aflame. Mule descended into madness while holding his breath against the gas thicker than mustard. He couldn’t hold his breath much longer.

“I think I’m gonna crash! Hack, cough, ughgg.” yelled Mule, bucking forward.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” screamed Jed, his arms flinging wildly.

The butterflies free-fell through his core. The wind was sucked out of him, and replaced with hurt. His lungs felt like they were cooking popcorn. He fell spinning like a top spun out of control. The giant bald eagle circled him with a shadow in death spirals. Mule's eyes where tired, and he didn't have the energy to maintain his figure. Mule had gone chicken.

“This bird can’t fly anymore,cough,” he stammered , flapping in a dogged attempt to stay alive.

Jed was well ahead of him on his journey of falling through the thick mist like a rock. The stinking magic skulls of pure evil threatened to suffocate anything with a soul. Her special Killin lab exterminator blend was toxic to the core. The boss witch’s broom continued spitting out a steady stream of deadly smog. She was immune against it due to shots.

Jed’s fallen cowboy hat hit the ground face first. The brim, and the area around it exploded at the second impact. The picture faded to green as the valley became a slow cooker of death. The trees withered to nothing while the orange sand caramelized underneath in sickly twisting dessert. Nearby the ginormous keg of purple juice was grabbed moments before impact by a gagging vulture, flying too low.

“I just about salvaged this situation,” said Mule, struggling onto the precious cargo. “Now where’s Jed at?” he asked himself.

“Caough”...

The shadow flickered out of the picture. The container tumbled, until it was caught by a synthesizing arm.

Mule had saved a few farc portal teliport-oppers that snapped bad situations from getting worse. Jed was flying his own course into the center of the planet for a brief respite from the fight.

In Tenare they were only two who really mattered in making the coming prosperity of a reinvigorated human empire. This ceremonious routine had always gone on at any time in history that mattered and now they were committed to all the acts. The newlyweds partied together in a swingers lounge at sundown while servants carried out an endless buffet.

The punishment of crime was a sacred thing to accompany marriages. As part of the twelve day affair everyday would feature different sorts of sports. All game was legal game to hunt for King. They continued boogieing in the club, while his trusted men were cleaning out the prisons with guns. The music was trashy, and hedonistic; just like he was after work. He had won. Every single hair was already either dead or in prison. The bar was an outside circle around the roller rink. There the blades were turbo charged with magma thrusters. Killin Hood got real low while he sliced the kneecaps of his opponent. He boogied back around to his wife who had found a playmate. The parks flew as Elizabethy the 13’s chainsaw tore into fresh flesh of a rival cyborg royal. The surrounding crowd erupted in celebration.

Meanwhile her 1 zillion crystal was locked away in a fort, while Killin Hood had pulled another surprise this morning at her palace. This second sacred day had started with a sick little trick of his own.She had opened the royal dresser to see three of her sons hung by her pantyhose. It was the entire backup section of the death drag piercers dead and gone. The flies, and maggots had gotten to the bodies long before she had found them. Roger, and Cap, had all their teeth knocked out, and their guts played with.

“What the..!”.

“Shhh” said Killin Hood, manually silencing her with his fingers.

She grabbed onto his crotch hard as she could in revenge. “You’re a wicked man aren’t you?” she nervously cackled, going for his balls in a last ditch effort for control.

“I don’t play games”, he replied, grabbing her throat, and lifting her towards an open window.

The curtains blew back from the fast windstorm at midnight. Her feet dangled from the top of a crystal tower while lightning conducted the apex. The rain soaked her leather skirt but her eyes were dry due to being kept under the lock of a cyborg helmet, and brain damaged. She revved her chainsaw arm, but it was toothless to resist his remote control.

“Is that all..gas…u”, she choked out while her husband constricted like a boa constrictor. “got”..

“Now kiss my ring, I’m King”, he instructed, puppeteer his five free fingers in the rain with glee.

The common streets of the bad side of the capital city flooded with acid rain. The floodlights patrolled where the guard didn’t dare set foot. A dark alley blew trash in the wind as the lights kept moving. A cardboard box scuttled between two dumpsters while glass bottles smashed below it. A hook sliced straight through the flaps revealing Edward outside a power station. He was rapidly losing steam, and hopes of completing revenge. His eyes locked onto the fuzebox only seconds before his hook.

“ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaap!”

It was after midnight when Isabela sniffed the crispy grass below with pleasure. It smelled like the royal dump that had recently dumped their unionized workers. The shady clouds dearly departed from the old bag of wrinkles; a vintage fireplace bellow that puffed out the skunk like a dragon. The fresh wind smelled of wide open spaces, while it covered up the stink like a blanket of thorny roses.

The``easy rider” eval broom patrolled the troubled skies above carnage. She was scouting for the fallen crystal ball to upgrade her Killin list for a killstreak. Then it would be time to rendezvous with her men escorting Rusty Six hauling their captured booty to the party. The purple spoils of war in the belly of the big rig truck they had pilfered.

.“Where are the charred remains of my pretties at?” she cackled, licking her cracked lips in similar arid conditions.

Isabela intended to have roasted dates with smoked cowboy loins for dinner

“YeeHaw!” yelled, Jed coming in hot from an opening portal above.

The broomstick shot out of control with two aboard. The wand tumbled somewhere to the ground. Jed aimed his six shooter, scowling at his target.

“Draw!”

“Why you wouldn’t want to shoot a little oldy like me, now would yah.” she stammered, holding her hands to the sky.

“That’s what I thought,” said Jed, reaching for a lasso. She had a hidden deck of cards up her sleeves. She started dealing them through the air like a Tommy gun.

“Thunk, thunk, thunk”

“Ooof!” said Jed, being witch slapped on the face with a launched full house.

He was sent overboard. He only fell a second before a hand grabbed him. Mule had landed in ape form, as the broom bent 90 degrees in a break. Mule barely held onto the jungle juice In one hand and Jed in the other as he walked the thin line of the broomstick.

“Hey I’m supposed to be the one with the flying monkeys” she gasped in surprise.

“Bang,Bang,Bang!”

Jed had been aiming an underhanded series of shots.The hail of bullets soared like the eagle did again. A quick fan of the hammer launched Isabela to her end. The stolen broomstick flew between two full moons on the run, then it returned empty to master. Isabela's bones creaked on their last legs. Her fingers moved while the rest of her lay dead in the ditch. The broomstick impaled through a nearby cactus. She leaked fluid through the bullet hole through a heart card stuck to her skin.

Her wand pulled the strings now lifting off her witches hat. Inside the dark void a stuffed rabbit appeared white as snow. The stuffed animal's eyes flashed red, while its body began to absorb the similarly colored ditch water growing rapidly in size. Its big hind legs took up the valley rapidly filling, as the stitches burst apart leaking magic stuffing. The big rabbit was ginormous, sewn with rapid evil, and ready for action.

“We’ve got company,” said Jed.

“Yeah, the Killin company never knows when to quit,” said Mule

“Hehehehe” cackled an eerie ethereal voice from beyond the grave.

The ground shook as the giant stuffed rabbit swiped at the targets. It narrowly missed Mule, and Jed. They quickly flew out of its range. It looked disappointed, waiting to pounce by some chance were fool enough to descend.

“This thing doesn’t matter, I see her dead as door-nail down there,” said Mule, screaming a celebratory bald eagle song.

“I see,” said Jed, his eyes dimmed briefly more crystal than not.

“Let's get out of here, and get you recuperated, and the money for getting this cargo delivered, I definitely can't fly us all the way there we are going to need another smaller vehicle for the final trek,” said Mule, slowly climbing through the skies empty of clouds, and toxicity.

Jed drooled in response, but he still held onto one gun half loaded.