03-08-2018, 11:34 AM
Thud.
Crunch. Whack.
Skff. Crunch. Splat.
It was brutal.
There was no room in the hallway to bob and weave, or dance around. No opportunity for fancy footwork or complex dodging. Just two men, trading blows back-and-forth, beating absolutely piss out of each other.
Creed recovered from yet another punch, his words slurred as mending bones cracked in his face. "I'm going to wait until you're tired, and then pull you apart limb by li-"
Crack.
"Shut the fuck up and go down already." Harlan hissed, which turned into a much more forceful expulsion of air as the mutant's clawed fist crushed the other half of his ribcage.
The vampire stumbled back, spitting up a gob of dark dried blood. Slowly retreating, giving up more ground towards the only way out of this alive. The mutant was right. Creed was stronger, and Harlan was already beaten to shit. Without the advantage of enough open space, the Ravnos was going to die.
He kept backpedaling, the look of bloodlust on the enforcer's face only getting more gleeful as Harlan took another few blows, the final one cracking him right in the face and dimming his vision. Backed against the door, he elbowed the panic bar and let it swing open. Sabretooth bared his and roared, leaping forward to tackle the vampire and end him.
With the last amount of strength he could muster, Harlan crouched and used the massive man's momentum against him, attempting to throw him down the stairs. Unfortunately, Creed had gotten too good of a grip on his flesh. They both went down together, in a frantic painful ball of violence. Kicking, gouging, striking, biting.
For 13 floors.
Crunch. Splat. Crrrk. Thud. Crack. Smack. Shrrk.
Crunch. Whack.
Skff. Crunch. Splat.
It was brutal.
There was no room in the hallway to bob and weave, or dance around. No opportunity for fancy footwork or complex dodging. Just two men, trading blows back-and-forth, beating absolutely piss out of each other.
Creed recovered from yet another punch, his words slurred as mending bones cracked in his face. "I'm going to wait until you're tired, and then pull you apart limb by li-"
Crack.
"Shut the fuck up and go down already." Harlan hissed, which turned into a much more forceful expulsion of air as the mutant's clawed fist crushed the other half of his ribcage.
The vampire stumbled back, spitting up a gob of dark dried blood. Slowly retreating, giving up more ground towards the only way out of this alive. The mutant was right. Creed was stronger, and Harlan was already beaten to shit. Without the advantage of enough open space, the Ravnos was going to die.
He kept backpedaling, the look of bloodlust on the enforcer's face only getting more gleeful as Harlan took another few blows, the final one cracking him right in the face and dimming his vision. Backed against the door, he elbowed the panic bar and let it swing open. Sabretooth bared his and roared, leaping forward to tackle the vampire and end him.
With the last amount of strength he could muster, Harlan crouched and used the massive man's momentum against him, attempting to throw him down the stairs. Unfortunately, Creed had gotten too good of a grip on his flesh. They both went down together, in a frantic painful ball of violence. Kicking, gouging, striking, biting.
For 13 floors.
Crunch. Splat. Crrrk. Thud. Crack. Smack. Shrrk.
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”