American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 16 Fight
With a few big strides, Baling had crossed half of the classroom.

Coming close to the Pyramid Head, Baling twisted his waist and swung the short-handled axe. The seemingly rough axe blade cut through the air and chopped down on the Pyramid Head's chest and abdomen.

Pfft!

The axe blade penetrated more than a foot, and a small amount of dark red blood flowed out.

Baling's attack was effective, and he dragged the axe and pulled it out suddenly.

A hideous gap was cut out.

The Triangle Head shook his body, his arms tensed with muscles, and he swept his machete towards Baling.

The machete carried an astonishing force, making a dull sound, it was truly a fierce blow.

Baling had experienced the Hell Resurrection Match and had Jason's axe-handling skills, so he made a judgment immediately. Not only did he not dodge, but he took the initiative to meet the axe.

Benedict!
The axe blade, which was swinging diagonally at high speed, collided with the knife blade, which had not yet exerted its full force.

The machete seemed to have struck a thick log, and failed to successfully cut through the axe.

Triangle Head gathered all his strength and used the strength of one hand to hold the heavy iron machete, pushing the machete towards Baling little by little.

Baling was not willing to be outdone, so he forced himself to gather his strength and push back with force.

Zizi!

The two were engaged in a wrestling match, and suddenly, grass debris flew out from the place where their weapons met, and the connecting straw could hardly hold on.

not good!

Sensing something was wrong, the hole under Baling's mask suddenly widened.

next second!
Pyramid Head turned his wrists, the muscles in his arms bulged, and the direction of the machete's swing changed, lifting it from bottom to top, and the blade flashed by.

An arm was thrown high into the air.

As neat as mowing the lawn.

The axe broke and Baling's right arm was cut off. With only one arm, he was on the verge of defeat.

Baling did not panic. It was just a minor problem, just a technical adjustment.

Pyramid Head raised the machete again, with the blade facing outward, and smashed it down with the blade as wide as a brick.

Are you going to lose?

"Take my straw entanglement!"

Baling shouted loudly, and the broken arm flying in the air suddenly dispersed and turned into a ball of rope, one end of which was wrapped around the iron helmet and the other end was wrapped around the machete.

Receive!
Baling used the straw rope that still had some sensitivity and quickly tied a few knots.

This trick really worked.

The triangular iron helmet became his weakness that was exploited. For a while, he could neither take off the welded helmet nor exert force to cut off the restraints.

Who told you to have such a big head!
Baling thought to himself, then he jumped into the air and kicked out with his legs in a series of kicks.

Bang bang bang!
After several kicks, the helmet of the triangular head kept colliding with the machete, his pointed head trembled, and a huge buzzing sound echoed in his ears.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

With each kick, Pyramid Head's body took a step back uncontrollably, until the last kick, when he slammed into the wall.

Accompanied by a loud bang, broken bricks and stones flew everywhere, spider-web-like cracks spread rapidly, and fine ashes spread, creating a cloud of smoke and dust at the scene.

Hey!
After a handsome and neat backflip and a series of kicks, Baling landed lightly on the ground.

Baling turned around to look again, and when the dust settled, he saw that the pointed triangular helmet was embedded in the wall and could not be extricated.

Won.

Baling was just about to say a few simple words when unexpectedly, the man with the triangular head struggled to stand up. His pointed helmet rubbed against the wall and forcibly wore off the straw rope that was already close to breaking.

With a swing of his sword, the scattered straw fell in the wind. The triangular head did not look very friendly at this moment.

"Oh! Do you want to come again?"

Baling picked up the axe that was broken into two halves and put it close to his right shoulder. A few strands of straw grew, connected, and shaped it. Soon, the axe turned into an arm and glued back to the broken part.

The atmosphere immediately became tense again.

A new round of battle is about to begin.

Today, I will defeat you once again and let you, Triangle Head, know who is the new leader of Silent Hill?
It’s not you, it’s me, Baling!

Baling was eager to fight, transformed into an elder of the Soul Palace, and laughed sinisterly a few times.

They couldn't see each other's true faces, but they both knew that their eyes were fixed on each other.

Waiting for the moment when the flaw is revealed!
I'll keep my eyes on you!

As he watched, Baling's vision suddenly widened, and the figure of the triangular head seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

The strong physique that belonged to Jason, the Crystal Lake killer, has come to an end.

In an instant, Baling's body was like a balloon punctured by a needle, rapidly losing air and shrinking.

Until he turned back into a little scarecrow.

The powerful strength was drained from the body, replaced by the emptiness after overwork.

The time for transformation has passed.

The man with the pointed helmet of the triangular head changed from looking straight at him to looking down at the familiar-looking Baling, who was running towards him in a hurry, dragging a machete!
"Hey! Can we reconcile?"

Baling didn't want to be kicked away like a football.

The Pyramid Head ignored him, as if he didn't hear anything. He dragged the back of the machete forward and immediately struck down with the speed of a golf ball!

And Baling is that golf ball.

Such an unsportsmanlike thing!
The little scarecrow jumped left and right, trying to avoid the attack, but his overly tired body made his reaction slow.

Finally, after an extreme roll, the thick blade swept past.

quack!
The machete hit Baling directly in the face, and Baling flew high up and got stuck in the window gap on the second floor with his butt facing outwards.

The slightly raised middle finger represents Baling's last stubbornness.

He will come back.

……

The other world again.

Baling opened the Book of Strange Things and turned to the section about Silent Hill monsters, among which was a vivid triangle head.

Before that, Baling's "Straw Entanglement" secretly took away the fragments of the iron helmet of Triangle Head.

Later, after several head-on encounters, Baling was almost ready to come up with a new skin.

The Book of Ghost Stories, start!
After his straw body grew, became entangled, and deformed, Baling succeeded in transforming again.

Baling looked around slowly, familiarizing himself with Pyramid Head's vision.

At this moment, Baling was confused about his head, and this time he really felt that his head was pointy.

A heavy triangular helmet welded to his head, a strong body of muscular muscles, a dirty butcher's apron, and a pirated machete in his hand.

This body is also full of endless strength, and even with one hand, it can freely wield the huge machete.

However, Baling was not quite used to the slightly bulky and stiff body of the triangular head.

But it doesn’t matter, you’ll get used to it as you use it.

"Triangle Head, come out and fight me!"

In the school courtyard, Baling shouted loudly, and soon a genuine Pyramid Head appeared.

No excessive politeness.

As soon as they met, the two men rushed towards each other with machetes in hand.

The heavy iron blades collided again and again, making a fierce collision sound.

This time, the pirated version has the blade thickness guaranteed.

Pyramid Head raised his knife over his head and made a vertical chop with a clear forward swing. Baling dodged sideways and swung his knife back, but Pyramid Head slashed sideways in time to block it.

Baling changed from slashing to stabbing, and thrust his sword forward along the gap.

The blade poked a black hole.

Baling pursued the victory and accumulated advantages.

(End of this chapter)