02-11-2009, 04:28 PM
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As blood began to flow from where his claws had ripped into the man's neck, the sweet scent filled his head. The blood-lust didn't make him a madman though, it only strengthened his resolved and fueled his actions. It meant he was accomplishing something. Even if he for whatever reason wasn't able to fulfill his main goal, the crazed coyote wouldn't get away clean. As the flesh ripped and melted away in his grasp he felt his kick connect and the enemy's air choke out of him. Whatever fur and skin was left in his hand he tossed to the side as he watched the criminal regroup. It didn't take long for it to happen either. Ah, so that was the kind of creep he was facing. Onus much more enjoyed this when he was able to strike fear into the heart of his opponent, but no matter. As the scum lunged at him again, he held his ground, crossing his arms against his chest. His mind calculated and eyes watched for just the right moment. Then quick as lightning his hands struck out and down across the canine's chest, making a large red "x". If nothing else he would mark this man. Others would be wary when they saw his scar-riddled form. Less than a second after his claws had slashed the other's chest their bodies collided and Onus rolled onto his back, attempting to hold the creature above him to make sure he couldn't get at his throat. Claws ripped at his arms and legs. As before, his arms were more or less protected by fabric, but his legs had some blood trickling down them. The vigilante attempted to position his feet under the other's abdomen in an attempt to kick him off.  |