>>6011501>>6011483>>6011477>>6011468>>6011464>>6011439Your eyes once more direct themselves to your bladed weapon, still guarded by that red dog. You grind your own teeth in pure, unadulterated hatred, the burning pain on your mangled paw only fueling your need to see this thing DEAD and/or in agony. The beast licked the claws that had drawn three red lines upon your body, seemingly more interested in playing with its prey.
You’ll show it not to fuck with you.
Your mind shuts off your fear as it replaces it with simmering hatred that was oh-so apparent in that twisted scowl that now adorned your face, your stubby legs taking you closer and closer to the beast who stared at you at first with disbelief, only to meet your bravado with its own. The massive, elongated canine pounces at you, readying its fangs to bite off your remaining good arm, but you push forth and be it a stroke of luck or you being too thick headed for even the monster’s fangs to dig at you for a second time, you use your shoulder to tackle the beast out of your way as you instantly reach for your weapon.
It was a split-second decision, your eye-hand coordination shining as you grasped at the hilt of your blade, at the same time that the beast flipped itself mid-air and reached for you, using its long limbs as a spring, throwing itself towards you with opened jaws.
But you spin around with your machete meeting the skull of the beast, managing to lodge itself against the canine’s face and even splitting its eye open. The monster cried in pain as it turned and twisted on the ground, its upper jaw and head having a deep gash eaten by your weapon.
But you weren’t going to let this beast run away, pouncing atop the downed beast you start to treat its face like you’d treat soil, throwing your body forwards as you let your blade impact upon its skull over and over again, your entire torso being like a slingshot that transferred as much of your strength onto your machete as possible. You unloaded all your pain, your sheer fucking hatred onto the beast, even feeling a tint of pleasure and pure, unadulterated satisfaction as your blade ended up turning grass and soil from how disjointed the head of the creature ended up being, with bits and pieces of bones and flesh now an unorganized mess.
…The monster starts to dematerialize, bits of its body fizzling with only a piece of flesh remaining.
[Obtained: Fangmon meat x1]
