05-03-2011, 12:24 PM
His eyes widened, he was unable to react in time due to exhaustion and current injuries. He let out a guttural sounding whimper in pain as the knife slashed through his flesh. His legs buckled, only one leg in his weakened state was unable to hold him up. The pain of a blade was not new to him, nor was any of the sharpness of a slashing cut a surprise. Only two things were surprising to him. The realization of how weak he was right now. He knew he was hurt and tired, but he had no idea he was this bad, to not be able to even remotely throw up a defense. He wondered if he had grown old and only relied on words and weaker wolves. His other surprise was how out of mind this other wolf seemed. Which oddly enough he actually enjoyed, being a person who liked havoc and chaos, this other wolf was intriguing him, even though there was murderous intent.
He built up some power; he didn’t want to go out without a fight. He knew he could not win, but he would not go out lying down. No, he could not, for this long he has fought and got away from all other obstacles, he would not stop fighting now. He let the wolf charge again, his plan was as simple as it came, let them get close. Let the other wolves’ blind rage make her make the mistakes. It always worked, in his ‘profession’, blind rage and anger were all too common and he learned to use that against them.
His first goal was the dagger. Being down on his knees, he wouldn’t be able to move much anyhow, and allowed her charge without a hint of retaliation. As she neared, he leaned in, his goal(s) would be to disable or take her knife with his hands and to use either his mouth and teeth or chest to slam into her face. He lunged at her when she got near.
He built up some power; he didn’t want to go out without a fight. He knew he could not win, but he would not go out lying down. No, he could not, for this long he has fought and got away from all other obstacles, he would not stop fighting now. He let the wolf charge again, his plan was as simple as it came, let them get close. Let the other wolves’ blind rage make her make the mistakes. It always worked, in his ‘profession’, blind rage and anger were all too common and he learned to use that against them.
His first goal was the dagger. Being down on his knees, he wouldn’t be able to move much anyhow, and allowed her charge without a hint of retaliation. As she neared, he leaned in, his goal(s) would be to disable or take her knife with his hands and to use either his mouth and teeth or chest to slam into her face. He lunged at her when she got near.