The Return of the Banshee

Woi! Wooi!
Apa Woi!

Feeling just slightly stronger than Hercules, chest muscle expanded and fist clenched in a perfect unknown old hybrid ninja + kung fu stance, I ... I thought I saw the banshee again.

Well.. It was the banshee alright with slight physical difference or a more literal dpeiction of brute men with iron rods, you got it right, IRON RODS, the type that will make you cry like the sweetest banshee if they touched any part of your body.

Muscle reducing its size and stature at a ridiculous rate. What would Rambo had done. I looked aroung in a flash, and the thought formulated in my mind. Rambo, well more like the Mambo Kings, exit strategy. There were two exits, I will kick the Bear nearest to me slightly to the left of the cowering gentle giant, throw my helmets to the 2 brutes on my right and run over them with the gentle giant in tow. What would then happen to my other mates, a thin but clear thought formed in my mind, they've got their helmets and I need to move now.

Faster than the fastest of Jacky Chan's moves, two helmets, one red and one black, both pretty shiny, were flying in the general direction of our over advantaged, iron rod holding, trouble maker by birth, pagoda single wearing, would be assailants or possibly angel of death. Brilliant, I guess my telephatic powers must have described the same strategy to my mates.

This would be more than tricky as men and iron rods started coming towards my well scupted head.