Post by Archangel on Nov 23, 2005 20:19:59 GMT -6
Miran saw the Grimlocke embed itself in the tree, and he threw a star perfectly into the man's hand, piercing skin and muscle. Barca ripped it out and threw it away, letting go of the axe for just a second, leaving it embedded in the tree. Miran saw his chance.
With a bestial snarl and a thrust with his legs, the man launched himself down from the tree like a thunderbolt, his heavy body slamming into the much larger Barca, but the momentum almost taking the Lycan hunter off his feet. Before Barca could throw him off, Miran slipped his push dagger from his arm sheath and jabbed it viciously into Barca's left bicep, the small blade going deep into the man's flesh. But by then, Barca had a good grip on Miran, and quickly threw him hard towards the tree, slamming Miran's back painfully into the trunk. The air rushed out of his lungs in a pained gasp, and he fell to the ground, gasping.
But that only lasted a second. His open eyes saw Barca reaching back, heading for the two blades that hung off his back. His bicep must have been burning with pain from the dagger thrust, but he still seemed to be able to move it, and if he got those axes in his hands, Miran would be forced to climb the tree again. And so, snarling loudly, Miran sprung to his feet and rushed the big man, his push dagger in his right hand, his left hand grabbing Barca's arm and pulling it roughly downwards. But the pull didn't even budge the big man, and Miran got a rough punch right in the jaw, the pain setting off rockets in his head. Ignoring the pain, the Lycan held his push dagger firm and sliced downwards, connecting with Barca's arm yet again, leaving a long, bloody slice.
However, the cost of that one slice was a bit higher than he expected. He felt the man's fists slam into his stomach once, twice, three times, and then a swift blow to his jaw again made him dizzy with pain. He snarled and let Barca go, falling backwards, stumbling. He hit the back of his head against the handle of the Grimlocke, and he instantly saw stars. Groaning and snarling all at once, he opened his eyes wide and looked at Barca. The Lycan hunter was reaching towards his back, trying to grab the shaft of one of the axes strapped there, and Miran knew he was in trouble. Shaking his head, he howled a full-throated Wolf howl and fell on Barca, grabbing him. The two of them tumbled to the ground, the Lycan on top, but not for long, as they began to roll around on the ground, hands grabbing hands, mouths snapping and knees crushing. They rolled wildly, wrestling on the ground, and more than once Miran almost got a good bite in with his sharpened teeth at Barca's throat. But each time he missed. They wrestled on the ground, each trying to dominate the other, and Miran could feel his enhanced muscles starting to give out. He howled with anger and frustration, and tried to snap at Barca's throat again, pushing hard....
With a bestial snarl and a thrust with his legs, the man launched himself down from the tree like a thunderbolt, his heavy body slamming into the much larger Barca, but the momentum almost taking the Lycan hunter off his feet. Before Barca could throw him off, Miran slipped his push dagger from his arm sheath and jabbed it viciously into Barca's left bicep, the small blade going deep into the man's flesh. But by then, Barca had a good grip on Miran, and quickly threw him hard towards the tree, slamming Miran's back painfully into the trunk. The air rushed out of his lungs in a pained gasp, and he fell to the ground, gasping.
But that only lasted a second. His open eyes saw Barca reaching back, heading for the two blades that hung off his back. His bicep must have been burning with pain from the dagger thrust, but he still seemed to be able to move it, and if he got those axes in his hands, Miran would be forced to climb the tree again. And so, snarling loudly, Miran sprung to his feet and rushed the big man, his push dagger in his right hand, his left hand grabbing Barca's arm and pulling it roughly downwards. But the pull didn't even budge the big man, and Miran got a rough punch right in the jaw, the pain setting off rockets in his head. Ignoring the pain, the Lycan held his push dagger firm and sliced downwards, connecting with Barca's arm yet again, leaving a long, bloody slice.
However, the cost of that one slice was a bit higher than he expected. He felt the man's fists slam into his stomach once, twice, three times, and then a swift blow to his jaw again made him dizzy with pain. He snarled and let Barca go, falling backwards, stumbling. He hit the back of his head against the handle of the Grimlocke, and he instantly saw stars. Groaning and snarling all at once, he opened his eyes wide and looked at Barca. The Lycan hunter was reaching towards his back, trying to grab the shaft of one of the axes strapped there, and Miran knew he was in trouble. Shaking his head, he howled a full-throated Wolf howl and fell on Barca, grabbing him. The two of them tumbled to the ground, the Lycan on top, but not for long, as they began to roll around on the ground, hands grabbing hands, mouths snapping and knees crushing. They rolled wildly, wrestling on the ground, and more than once Miran almost got a good bite in with his sharpened teeth at Barca's throat. But each time he missed. They wrestled on the ground, each trying to dominate the other, and Miran could feel his enhanced muscles starting to give out. He howled with anger and frustration, and tried to snap at Barca's throat again, pushing hard....