"Die you son of a bitch," Fox roared as he brought a steel pipe down upon his enemy's head, smashing it to smithereens. He was covered in the blood and gore of his fallen enemies. Breathing in deeply, he allowed his rage to subside. His eyes were glazed and his heart was still pumping adrenaline through his body. The smell of musk and death filled the air. As Fox fell to his knees with the confusion of the battle at an end, he was hit by a sudden sorrow. ….Krystal… They stole my Krystal, those bastards!
The vulpine broke into tears. Only after the battle did he realize he was alone.
As his tears poured down his blood stained fur a new madness ensued; I'll find these fuckers, tear them apart and get Krystal back!
A lone shade skulking in the shadows witnessed Fox fall to his knees, it was the perfect opportunity to go in for a fatal strike. The shade whipped out his muramasa and charged in a blind attack. Before he could get with in a foot of Fox, he rolled to the side and aimed a swipe at his assailant's legs. The pipe's blow connected and sent resounding crack through the air. The shade stumbled over in a heap on the ground, screaming out in agony. "My leg.. aaah… you broke my leg" he gritted. As his sand slipped to his hip holster Fox's pipe smashed down on his hand delivering severe punishment.
"Where the fuck did they take Krystal?" he bellowed.
"I… I'm not telling you," the shade said between whimpers. "That vixen-slut is trash, they probably killed her by now!"
Fox winced as the words left his assailants mouth.
"Why you lousy shit!" Fox spat in the shades face, then planted a kick in his gut sending the cheetah reeling halfway across the basement floor.
The vulpine's maw frothed and his eyes shone with a lust for justice. Wiping away the saliva with the back of his hand, he breathed in through his nose. Relaxing a little, Fox dropped the pipe to the floor. When it hit the ground, he paced forward. He leaned low to pick up the assassin's muramasa. and admired its beauty as it reflected the basements dim light.
"Nice blade, I think I'll be keeping this"
The shades eyes narrowed, trying not to show fear. But he cringed in doing so; several of his bones were broken, not to mention his honor.
"Who are you and what are you part of , some kind of cult?"
To be continued!
Please R&R!