10-20-2016, 02:27 PM
The tip of his blade scored across the Oni's chest barely making a mark. It did, however, turn the Oni slightly so he was slammed by its shoulder into the wall rather than its head. The blow dazed him for a moment even as pain blossomed everywhere.
He shook his head to clear his mind, ignoring everything superficial. Fighting creatures larger and stronger than himself required intelligence and cunning. The oni were like bulls, large and strong and fast, but still stupid beasts. He had only to be picador until he wore it down. His blade was sharp enough, especially the tip.
He just had to be fast enough. The creature roared and rushed toward him and Armande flicked his blade up so the tip scored along its neck, forward momentum driving it deep. The wound was still superficial, but it had gotten through. It would enrage the beast. Even as he did so, he spun to the side, ripping it free, ready for another charge.
He felt confident. He had done this before and would do it again.
His body was weak. He felt a pang of worry. Never before had he faced an oni alone as injured and weak as he was. But determination was like a fire in his belly. He would force himself. He had survived too much this day, to die and become food for a lesser creature.
Strike, spin. Strike spin. It was only seconds- had to be- since their first contact and yet it felt like hours. He was slower and the creature had hammered him into the walls more than once. But he ground his teeth and forced himself on.
And then he was suddenly aware of another sound, a woman's powerful voice, piercing the empty void he fought in. "убей это!!" Kill it!!!
And in that moment, others descended on the creature.
He shook his head to clear his mind, ignoring everything superficial. Fighting creatures larger and stronger than himself required intelligence and cunning. The oni were like bulls, large and strong and fast, but still stupid beasts. He had only to be picador until he wore it down. His blade was sharp enough, especially the tip.
He just had to be fast enough. The creature roared and rushed toward him and Armande flicked his blade up so the tip scored along its neck, forward momentum driving it deep. The wound was still superficial, but it had gotten through. It would enrage the beast. Even as he did so, he spun to the side, ripping it free, ready for another charge.
He felt confident. He had done this before and would do it again.
His body was weak. He felt a pang of worry. Never before had he faced an oni alone as injured and weak as he was. But determination was like a fire in his belly. He would force himself. He had survived too much this day, to die and become food for a lesser creature.
Strike, spin. Strike spin. It was only seconds- had to be- since their first contact and yet it felt like hours. He was slower and the creature had hammered him into the walls more than once. But he ground his teeth and forced himself on.
And then he was suddenly aware of another sound, a woman's powerful voice, piercing the empty void he fought in. "убей это!!" Kill it!!!
And in that moment, others descended on the creature.