Today to Come, Tomorrow to Go {RuNTs Vs. Mutts}
Oct 26, 2015 16:43:23 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Oct 26, 2015 16:43:23 GMT -5
This Axe needs to be sharpened, I complain internally after the blade hardly rips through my opponent’s fur. At this point I need to aim to kill, yet I’m unable to achieve such measures. I can protect myself, but I can’t protect my friends with these innocent attacks. There’s no way that all of these Mutts will be slaughtered before one of us will have to pay the price of our own life, not if I continue this subtly. More whimpers need to be evoked rather then those deep growls.
Two of them are terribly growing weak, but as are we. “Shit.” I mutter with a quick gaze to the others. They’re being harmed, and there’s little I can do about it. “Where do you think you’re going?” I scream at the Wolf that has failed to taste my flesh, as she shifts her focus to a potentially weaker target, Neptune. How dare she. She will still be the first out of all of us to spiritually exit this Arena.
My attention is turned, trapped in tunnel vision of the damage Wolf One is inflicting on Neptune as his back faces her. “No!” I refuse to allow it even though it has already occurred. There’s no abstracting her teeth from sliding down Neptune’s back, especially not when fangs then actually manage to intrude upon me.
Pain ruptures through my skull, but I somehow manage to concentrate on the wet snout pressed against my head. Forced distances separate us, and instantly my fingers graze past the open air where my ear should be. “You’ll pay for that.” I promise in a rather soothing tone. “Come here little Pups!” I attempt to snatch all of their concentrates, teasing them to go after me instead. If my wounded comrades can murder them from behind, we could find ourselves in good standings. But for now I’ll do anything to keep them from dying, and with that I continue with my need to kill.
Two of them are terribly growing weak, but as are we. “Shit.” I mutter with a quick gaze to the others. They’re being harmed, and there’s little I can do about it. “Where do you think you’re going?” I scream at the Wolf that has failed to taste my flesh, as she shifts her focus to a potentially weaker target, Neptune. How dare she. She will still be the first out of all of us to spiritually exit this Arena.
My attention is turned, trapped in tunnel vision of the damage Wolf One is inflicting on Neptune as his back faces her. “No!” I refuse to allow it even though it has already occurred. There’s no abstracting her teeth from sliding down Neptune’s back, especially not when fangs then actually manage to intrude upon me.
Pain ruptures through my skull, but I somehow manage to concentrate on the wet snout pressed against my head. Forced distances separate us, and instantly my fingers graze past the open air where my ear should be. “You’ll pay for that.” I promise in a rather soothing tone. “Come here little Pups!” I attempt to snatch all of their concentrates, teasing them to go after me instead. If my wounded comrades can murder them from behind, we could find ourselves in good standings. But for now I’ll do anything to keep them from dying, and with that I continue with my need to kill.
{Ruth Foster attacks Werewolf #1 ~ with Gallowglass Axe}
b4QRaHzQ200+11000
{11053 -- Deep Gash on Cheek -- 8.5 damage
(Axe)} 200+11000
