As the thug closed in on Drake, there was a dull crack. Something impacted against the Marauder’s shoulder, sending him spinning to the ground.
Drake stepped further out of the dark, revealing his own weapon: a Winchester Model 1887, lever action, 10 gauge shotgun, which he had modified to shoot non-lethal beanbag rounds.
Cocking the gun, he dropped another two Marauders before any of them had time to react. Drake fired again, aiming at the leader, who grabbed one of his men by the collar, using him as a human shield.
The hapless Marauder took the round in his chest, cracking a few ribs.
Another got in too close to Drake, receiving the shotgun butt in his mouth and a swift kick to the abdomen for his efforts.
Drake used the last two remaining rounds on a man that was even larger than him and still kept on coming. Drake caught a glimpse of a navy-blue Kevlar vest, before diving out of the way of a meaty fist.
Although he was out of ammo, he wasn’t out of tricks. Drake flicked a switch, activating a single-charge taser attached to the barrel, like a bayonet. Drake barely avoided the second punch, knuckles scraping the side of his face. He stepped around his opponent and pressed the taser to the back of the brute’s neck. 5000 kv and he was down.
Realizing that the man in the dinner-suit had taken down more than half of his men single-handedly, the leader and his still-standing Marauders beat a hasty retreat...
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