Wanda screamed; everybody flinched.

“Shut up!” the closest man shouted, swinging his rifle in her direction.

She shut up, so the man returned his aim to Wally. All three intruders, two men, one woman were pointing their barrels at him. They were dressed in all white body armour, white boots and even their rifles were white. It must have been hell to wash them, “I said put your hands in the air, Tomas!”

Wally looked around behind him, just in case they were talking to someone else, “Me?” he turned back and asked, pointing at himself with the hanger.

“He's got a weapon! Put it down!” The man shouting was obviously the leader. He was the most eye-catching of the three. An impressive scar ran down one side of his face over his right eye which was ruined and milky in colour. Only his outfit was adorned with a silver, wolf insignia on his arms and chest. Spittle flew out his mouth as he shouted, “Put it down or we WILL open fire!!”

Wally looked disgusted at the spit flying everywhere. His ears ached, “Too many noisy buggers blowing hot air at me today,” he complained. The two intruders behind flinched but the leader held steady. Wally stumbled a step forward and waved the hanger about in front of himself, “It’sh not a weapon, ya goober. Look!”

His harsh words and sudden movements proved to be too much for the man directly behind the leader, he let out a scream as he pulled down on the trigger.

Time slowed to a standstill. Am I about to die again? Twice in the same day? NO! Wally felt anger rise up and take over his body. He didn't want to die again, he wouldn't! Not if his stubbornness had anything to say about it.

In extreme slow motion, Wally watched a tranquiliser dart, not a bullet, shoot forth. His power surged out from his soul and his body moved before he had time to register what he was doing.

A coat hanger can be many things. For example, moments ago, the hanger in his hands was a fishing rod prop in the hands of a master actor. During his earlier performance, his audience (Wanda) had become so entranced that she had actually forgotten that it wasn’t a real fishing rod. His powers had made it so.

In much the same way, a hanger could also be substituted for a wooden sword… kinda. Quite a dangerous weapon if it were in the hands of a swordmaster. Legends say that swordmasters are able to hold such focus that they can slow their perception of a moment in time to a standstill and slice bullets mid-air.

But enough digression, back to Wally getting shot:

Whipping through the air, the hanger’s hook connected with the dart mid-flight. The dart then deflected off its path, flew past the left side of his face by mere millimetres and connected with the dragon statue on the table, shattering it into pieces.

Wanda began screaming again.

The one-eyed leader growled and fired his dart rifle too. Wally effortlessly deflected the second dart with an upwards strike and struck a combat pose as it flew into the ceiling and knocked down several dream catchers.

“What are you doing to my shop!?” Wanda screamed at deafening levels.

Wally’s aching ears gave him an idea. The last intruder was lining up her shot and the first two had dropped their weapons so they could charge forwards to grab Wally. Apparently, they only had one dart per gun. Wally drew a deep breath and unleashed his own sonic weapon, "Flick off, ya lemon sucking goat heaps!"

The words hit the intruders like a physical blow from a sledgehammer. The two men charging Wally stumbled to a stop. The woman taking aim was so drastically affected that she lowered her rifle and fell to one knee clutching her chest. Seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, it was obvious that she had never been so offended in her life.

After shaking his head, the one-eyed man closest to Wally went nuts, his whole face turning red. He screamed and resumed his charge. Wally stepped forward and swung his coat hanger in a diagonal arc. The hanger's hook pierced straight into the man’s one functioning eye and ripped it clean out of the socket. Then, with a graceful, twirling, sidestep, Wally avoided the now-blind man’s charge like a bullfighter.

Wally gasped and looked down at the eyeball hooked onto his coat hanger, “Oh damn. Hey mate, I gotcha eye here.”

The now blind leader stumbled into the cd shelf, screaming, and somehow turned the didgeridoo music up to max.

The didgeridoos snapped the second man out of his stupor. He had just been standing about, shocked upon seeing his leader’s eye ripped out. Announced his attack with a roar, he too ran forward, head down, in a low tackle.

Wally felt hesitant to swing at him with the hanger, lest he cause more irreversible harm. So instead, took a step back, and kicked his slippered foot straight up into the man’s throat.

It connected with a crunch. The man lost all strength instantly, but his momentum kept him tumbling forward toward Wally. Unable to dodge as he had done the other man, Wally fell backwards and the man crashed into him. They fell into a jumble on the floor. The man was struggling to breathe while was Wally struggling to push him off, “Get off me, ya fat lump!” he complained.

Wanda, who had been screaming and complaining about her store the whole time, decided it was time to flee out the back door. She ran full speed straight into a small a fourth invader who must have made his way in through the back door to her shop. He was about to enter in through the same door Wanda was exiting. He was a small person, and Wanda was not so physics did its thing. The man bounced like a rubber ball flying back into the back of the store. His head rammed hard into a concrete wall a few metres behind the exit door and he slumped unconscious. Wanda screamed more.

Back in the shop, the last uninjured invader had finally shaken off Wally’s verbal attack. Tears stained her face as she picked up her tranquilliser gun and tried to take a shot. However, her suffocating teammate was in the way, “Get off him, Poindexter! Gimme a clear shot!” She shouted.

Her blinded leader was up too. Stumbling about, teeth grit in fury and pain. An unfortunate side effect of Wally’s curse words was that they had turned the man savage. He was out for blood no matter the cost. He could hear the sounds of struggling on the floor nearby. Stepping towards them, “Die!” He screamed as he kicked, the blow scuffing Wally’s head.

“Ow! Damn. Stop kicking! Don’t shoot!” From the floor, Wally hurled the hanger, eyeball still attached, around the choking man on top of him. The eyeball flew true, hitting the woman square in the face. She jerked back in disgust and pulled the trigger. The shot missed her target and instead pierced the blind leader in the thigh.

She cursed loudly, “Damn you, Thomas!!!”

The team leader only grunted when the dart hit him, but didn’t stop his assault. He kicked wildly, clocking Wally in the head twice more. Without any Hooked tool in hand, Wally was just an ordinary, skinny drunk guy and not able to defend himself well. Fortunately, after the second kick, the leader stumbled back, finally succumbing to the tranquilliser. He fell to the floor limp, moments later.

Red-faced, and shaking with fury, the woman pulled something out from behind her back and made her way forward. Wally's head was ringing as he frantically struggled to get out from under the now-limp man he had kicked in the throat earlier. He managed to finally wriggle his way free just in time for the woman to jam a taser into his side and unleash fifty thousand volts into his body.

"Toad-faced son of the devil!" Wally screeched, his body convulsing.

The supernatural words jerked the lady back with a wince. She recovered angrily, screaming wordlessly and shut Wally up by punching him in the face with her free hand. She then jabbed the taser back into his side to finish the job.

*GONG*

Something heavy smashed into the back of the woman's skull with an enormous thump, ending her screams. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she dropped to the ground unconscious. Only the sound of didgeridoo music remained. The invaders; silent and defeated.

Wally looked up to see who had saved him. Wanda towered above him, holding the cracked remnants of the crystal ball from her table. She stared down at the three passed-out invaders with a look of pure spite, “The police are on their way. You are going to pay for damaging my shop!” She screamed at them. Then fixing her gaze upon Wally, she added, “And you! You are going to give Tomas his body back. He has some explaining to do before he pays up as well!”