03-31-2015, 07:07 PM
The arrow hit really hard, burning like a son of a bitch, dropping him to a knee for just a moment. But what really burned were the screams of the people. Thought flew from his mind, feeling, pain, everything. All that mattered was stopping him. No matter what. He lunged forward, taking a hard burning hit that felt like it might have broken his arm, but he never even stopped, just barreled forward and slammed into the guy, knocking him to the ground.
The guy was wiry and moved fast, trying to leverage him off him. Ivan was trying to roll the guy over so as to....what? Bind him? The man had the power. He needed to hit the guy hard and knock him out.
Blinding pain suddenly lanced through his arm and shoulder, as the man grabbed it and squeezed. He gritted his teeth as he suddenly yanked back to release his arm from the guy's hold.
It was what the guy was counting on and he scrabbled out from under him and onto his feet quickly. Damn but he was fast, getting to his feet and kicking at his head with his heavy boot. Ivan rolled over and the hit missed him. He rolled to his feet even as the guy swung that stick at him again, the look of raw animal rage on his face. The hit to his side was painful but Ivan didn't stop, just swung around as the guy drew back his arm to strike again. Ivan hit him in the face, in the eye, a good solid hit and the guy looked dazed for a moment. Ivan didn't even give him time to think, just slammed a fist at his face again, felt the nose crumple under the impact. The guy stumbled back, his arms dropping. Again and again he struck and the guy fell back, but still wouldn't stop. He hated these skinny guys. You had to beat them to hamburger before they went out.
As he went in for another hit, the man wavering less than a foot from him, he noticed too late the stick at his waist level. Suddenly he felt a burning agony as the thing pierced its way into his left side and everything stopped. He dropped to his knees, feeling the thing rip out of him.
He saw the feral look in the man's ruined face. Saw his death coming with the swinging pipe. He felt failure wash over him, the screams of the injured filling his ears.
The guy was wiry and moved fast, trying to leverage him off him. Ivan was trying to roll the guy over so as to....what? Bind him? The man had the power. He needed to hit the guy hard and knock him out.
Blinding pain suddenly lanced through his arm and shoulder, as the man grabbed it and squeezed. He gritted his teeth as he suddenly yanked back to release his arm from the guy's hold.
It was what the guy was counting on and he scrabbled out from under him and onto his feet quickly. Damn but he was fast, getting to his feet and kicking at his head with his heavy boot. Ivan rolled over and the hit missed him. He rolled to his feet even as the guy swung that stick at him again, the look of raw animal rage on his face. The hit to his side was painful but Ivan didn't stop, just swung around as the guy drew back his arm to strike again. Ivan hit him in the face, in the eye, a good solid hit and the guy looked dazed for a moment. Ivan didn't even give him time to think, just slammed a fist at his face again, felt the nose crumple under the impact. The guy stumbled back, his arms dropping. Again and again he struck and the guy fell back, but still wouldn't stop. He hated these skinny guys. You had to beat them to hamburger before they went out.
As he went in for another hit, the man wavering less than a foot from him, he noticed too late the stick at his waist level. Suddenly he felt a burning agony as the thing pierced its way into his left side and everything stopped. He dropped to his knees, feeling the thing rip out of him.
He saw the feral look in the man's ruined face. Saw his death coming with the swinging pipe. He felt failure wash over him, the screams of the injured filling his ears.