03-25-2012, 03:21 PM
NCP 3 is now dead
365
Chaos, chaos was what reigned and the Knight male fully immersed himself within its sticky, slippery grasp. His prey, the one with the clubs would not be escaping today nor seeing the sun crest over the horizon's line ever again. The weapons impeded him naught for he chose to ignore their stinging bite, their crushing blow, he was stronger then they and he would endure. The frantic yells of the man who realised he was doomed to death increased in their pitch and frequency as he yelped and screamed. Something cracked in Lorenzo's shoulder and more of his lifeblood oozed from his broken skin, his left leg went numb and the boy was hard pressed not to topple over. Snarling with fur standing on end he again leaped towards the one he attacked and latched onto the mans wrist.
Bone snapped and cracked and he dropped hold of his club with his loudest scream yet. Enzo's jaws snapped shut and crushed, all the power his muscles contained forced through the pin prick surface area of his sharp teeth. They severed through bone, muscle and ligaments and finally the entire arm itself, the hand dropped to the floor with a sickly thump, crimson poured from the wound. The remaining hand clawed at Enzo's face seeking to gouge out his eyes. With a loud bellow Enzo lunged forwards and his canines sank into the soft flesh of the intruders throat, he pulled and twisted, dragging him down to the floor where he continued to tear and rip, exposing the man's inner throat workings. He gurgled weakly and tried to breath. Lorenzo's jaw set itself at either side of his head and crunched down, the skull gave the weakest of resistance before popping and collapsing under the strain like an overripe melon.
As he lifted his head he was aware of his brother staring at him, Tony nodded towards Enzo and the lighter male returned a grisly savage smile. Without even giving the man the courtesy to watch him in his death throes, the blood and gore strewn man limped forwards back into battle, giving little thought to his dislocated shoulder and the pain rushing through him.
365
Chaos, chaos was what reigned and the Knight male fully immersed himself within its sticky, slippery grasp. His prey, the one with the clubs would not be escaping today nor seeing the sun crest over the horizon's line ever again. The weapons impeded him naught for he chose to ignore their stinging bite, their crushing blow, he was stronger then they and he would endure. The frantic yells of the man who realised he was doomed to death increased in their pitch and frequency as he yelped and screamed. Something cracked in Lorenzo's shoulder and more of his lifeblood oozed from his broken skin, his left leg went numb and the boy was hard pressed not to topple over. Snarling with fur standing on end he again leaped towards the one he attacked and latched onto the mans wrist.
Bone snapped and cracked and he dropped hold of his club with his loudest scream yet. Enzo's jaws snapped shut and crushed, all the power his muscles contained forced through the pin prick surface area of his sharp teeth. They severed through bone, muscle and ligaments and finally the entire arm itself, the hand dropped to the floor with a sickly thump, crimson poured from the wound. The remaining hand clawed at Enzo's face seeking to gouge out his eyes. With a loud bellow Enzo lunged forwards and his canines sank into the soft flesh of the intruders throat, he pulled and twisted, dragging him down to the floor where he continued to tear and rip, exposing the man's inner throat workings. He gurgled weakly and tried to breath. Lorenzo's jaw set itself at either side of his head and crunched down, the skull gave the weakest of resistance before popping and collapsing under the strain like an overripe melon.
As he lifted his head he was aware of his brother staring at him, Tony nodded towards Enzo and the lighter male returned a grisly savage smile. Without even giving the man the courtesy to watch him in his death throes, the blood and gore strewn man limped forwards back into battle, giving little thought to his dislocated shoulder and the pain rushing through him.