05-25-2009, 02:32 PM
Eyes. Those of the demon before him burned with hate, but it was hollow. The beast didn't know who or what it was he hated, he just hated everything. No wonder his kid was half-stupid and scared of everything. Bad genes, I suppose... Or just a bad upbringing. After all, the monster he was battling must've been a happy kid sometime when he was young. Maybe it was his father that made him how he was. If so, what would happen to little Connor, he wondered? Then the kid's bastard father leapt into attack mode.
The hand holding his blade rushed toward the jaws as Haku flew at Vukasin, hoping to do some serious damage inside the mouth as he spun his body sideways, bringing any vital organs, and his other knife, out of reach of the claws at the same time. He felt another gash open on his flank, but he could deal with that. Not waiting to see if the balde had done any damage, he ripped his hand back from Haku's mouth, feeling a couple of broken knuckles, and his wrist might have been fractured, too. Shaking it off, he took advantage of being behind, or beside, the other, and like lightning he moved to wrap his right arm around the brown male's neck as the claws of his left hand reach forward, clawing, hoping to gouge out an eye. He was starting to get a bad feeling, that was for sure. Maybe he should've shifted before confronting the poor kid's father.
The hand holding his blade rushed toward the jaws as Haku flew at Vukasin, hoping to do some serious damage inside the mouth as he spun his body sideways, bringing any vital organs, and his other knife, out of reach of the claws at the same time. He felt another gash open on his flank, but he could deal with that. Not waiting to see if the balde had done any damage, he ripped his hand back from Haku's mouth, feeling a couple of broken knuckles, and his wrist might have been fractured, too. Shaking it off, he took advantage of being behind, or beside, the other, and like lightning he moved to wrap his right arm around the brown male's neck as the claws of his left hand reach forward, clawing, hoping to gouge out an eye. He was starting to get a bad feeling, that was for sure. Maybe he should've shifted before confronting the poor kid's father.