Shooting had broken out at both ends of street brining Twix's headache back to the fore, the shooting from the direction of Taffy's was louder and he figured he wouldn't be seeing Flint any time soon, The door of an abandoned building with boarded up windows on the opposite side of the street to the clearing Twix was concealed in burst open disturbing Twix's pondering's, a man clad in a black coat, face concealed by bandanna peered out, he glanced up and down the street then took a covering position by the doorframe, covering the street with a rifle of some kind, another man came out the building then, a similar bandanna covering his face but in-place of a coat he only wore a loose fitting shirt, This one carried the easily recognizable shape of an AK-47, he crossed the road in a crouch run and took up position crouched covering down the street towards Taffy's.
Twix didn't move, the man was perhaps 2 meters away, on the other side of his scrap cover, if the man but stood up he'd see Twix instantly. If Twix hit this man the other one still at the doorframe would have an easy shot at him, if he tried to take the one at the door the one on the other side of the scrap would be on him in moments.
The situation grew worse a moment later as a third man left the building and began moving towards Twix's position, still covered by the one at the door.
Twix had to act, the new man was angling slightly away from the one already in the clearing and in a moment he'd have Twix in his sight.
Twix pushed himself up and dived over the pile of scrap, he took the man crouched on the other side completely unaware's and his hunting knife opened a bloody smile across the man's neck, Twix was rolling away as soon as he hit the ground beside the new corpse, dirt sprang up from the ground all around him as the man at the door frame opened fire, the one crossing the street broke into a run, raising his gun as he did, just not quick enough. Twix had left his knife with the first man, now he held his pistol with 13 rounds out in-front of him as he rolled to cover, 9 shots rang out in quick succession and the man crossing the street fell coughing blood from a lung shot. The man at the door had stopped firing, Twix had rolled and scrambled into a shallow depression in the ground and the man would have to come closer to get a decent shot, which left them at a bit of an impasse, as for Twix to shoot back he had to reveal himself. Twice he tried for the shot only to quickly dive for cover as a hail of bullets flew overhead, he was getting desperate now, he'd tried his luck and wasted 2 bullets, he had 2 left. He wasn't going to get a better shot pinned as he was, he'd have to try his luck again, he leaned up, took aim and shot twice to no visible effect, unless the whizzing of bullets passing too close overhead for comfort counted.
*Click*
The hollow sound rang out over the clearing, Twix was on his feet running before he'd even fully realized what it meant, the click of an empty magazine. The man clearly knew as-well for as he saw Twix coming he dropped the gun and went for a wicked looking knife at his side. With all his strength Twix flung his empty gun at the man, it flew past his head and uselessly bounced off into the abandoned house. The man drew the knife, and Twix slowed, he have to be clever about this, the man stalked closer and Twix backed away keeping an eye on his opponents hands, one on his feet. The man darted forward clearly expecting Twix to back up faster, perhaps even fall. Twix reversed his retreat and jumped forward to meet the man, the man's blade came in on Twix's right slashing for his chest, Twix caught the blade on his arm, the sharp blade cut through his thick coat easily and his teeth clenched involuntarily as the knife scored across his forearm, leaving a deep slash. Twix's left arm snapped forward taking the man in the gut, as the man leaned forward Twix made a grab for the knife, his right hand closed on the man's knife wrist but couldn't pry the knife away, an iron grip closed around his collar the the man tried to bodily throw Twix away from him, Twix held on for dear life as the man flung him about, Twix's feet connected with the ground again and quick as a snake Twix had his own grip on the man, instead of trying to force the man Twix fell backwards using the man's momentum for his attack, as Twix's back hit the ground he raised his foot into the man's midriff and pushed, the man who had been falling towards Twix was now pushed up and over landing on his back, winded 'above' Twix. Twix was on him before the man could recover his breath, still he didn't have it all his own way, the man had taken the knife with him and Twix cursed in pain as it skated across his ribs drawing a line of fire across his chest, he had to end this quickly, sitting astride the man Twix pinned the knifehand again, using his better position to pin it well, the man's other hand grabbed for Twix's face but slipped off the sleek gasmask, Twix in need of a weapon ripped the mask off his face and, ignoring the hand reaching for his face he brought the mask down hard, the solid metal of the filtercase left a deep gauge over the man's eye, a few blows later and the nose had lost shape. Twix kept hitting til the man no longer struggled, then he slipped sideways and lay down beside him. the bloodstain on his chest was growing steadily as was the one on his arm, luckily Twix thought they hadn't hit any vitals, still they stung like a bitch and he was losing a lot of blood, now he just had to wait for Flint to get back with Taffy, his eyes fluttered and then closed, the warm embrace of unconsciousness taking him.