Hunting (Closed)

The axe bites into my leg with force, giving a shallow cut that I know will be a problem later. But I force myself to not show too much pain. I only wince, and yank my knives out of their sheaths. "As a matter of fact, I am hungry. And I have a feeling that your little friend and you have some cash. I'd bet on it, dollars to donuts, pardon the pun."

Well, I'm not about to get sliced up by the insane lumberjack here. I lunge at her with all my strength, ready to fight my ass off to survive. She skips back a little, surprised by the sudden force and speed of my movement.

I know that this is going to be a hard fight, but I've seen better. My determination is solid and it fuels my strike. I make a quick hit on the enemy's body, barely planning anything.

Knife: [dice=200+2000]

My blade cuts across her leg as I block with the other one. I jump back suddenly, not eager to stay within axe range. I give her a SHALLOW CUT ON HER RIGHT CALF. Good, we're similarily diabled.
"This isn't my first fight, girly. Although I must give you credit. Usually intimidation alone gets me the cash."[rand=051714294591469313429495749353138636404687915433619102475176170924]

I have never been brave in a stupid way. I took it that my opponent thought I was lionhearted or any of that bullshit. Because she said she was impressed when I got up. Way I saw it, courage was the cause of most deaths. I looked down in horror at my wound. I could bleed out or get an infection, and certainly couldn't continue this fight.

I had to run. It was a nessecity.

But then my mind flashed to my partener. He was relying on me to watch his back. This chick would go butcher him, if I got away. I punched my options. Since I was the leader of our little duo, I could surrender on behalf of both of us. No, my pride wouldn't allow that. I'd started this skirmish thinking I'd win. To keep my self-respect, I at least had to make a clean get away. I muttered under my breath, "Fuck you, brute boy. Every man for themselves."

I turned around the tree, making a dash in the direction of the fence. One hand gripped my wound, the other clung tightly to the dagger that was my backup plan. I kept running, jumping over roots and trying my damnedest not to get caught up with. Because the only way I could live was to win this race.