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Post by Vetis on Feb 19, 2012 20:12:16 GMT -8
He had not tossed aside the wood pulled from his leg, surprisingly she neglected to notice this as she went to cause him agonizing pain. It was her blind bloodlust that was her weakness, at least for now. Her hands made way towards the wound. He still had a bit of spunk in him but it was waivering quickly. He perhaps had enough adreniline to get in one more good shot before the blood loss resulted in complete fatigue. This is what most would call a desperation attack.
Having previously cut herhe decided to now stab her. With every ounce of force he could muster he would jam the broken wooden beam splinter into her left shoulder blade as she would have her eye on the wound in his leg. Her hand would touch the tender skin, the nerves in the area on fire regretfully instead of dead. The slightest poke sent a sensation of pure pain course throughout his body but his resolve was strong.
Not a movement was wasted as he forcefully lodged the bloody piece of wood into her flesh. The fluids of the two mixing in the most intimately horrid of ways. With that though he had nothing left, his second wind would have to wait and she would more than likely make it a long drawn out wait. The thought of her broken and bloodied by his hand was going to have to be enough to see him through.
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