Shane went for his gun and Eve's arm snapped like a whip sending the knife in her grasp hurtling straight at his head.
Randall yelped, falling to the side as the knife whizzed past him. Shane barely managed to duck to the side the blade slicing across his shoulder tearing a yelp from grit teeth instead of planting itself through his forehead.
His gun tumbled from his grasp into the dead leaves coating the forest floor and he went for it again but Eve threw the other clutched blade.
It sliced across the back of Shane's hand ripping another yell from his lips before he could get to his piece but that was the least of his worries as Eve's hand came cracking down on his shoulder, aiming for his jugular.
Out of pure reflex, Shane's muscled arm barely got high enough in time to block the hit.
His fist barreled towards Eve's gut in a powerful uppercut, and she jumped out of range, barely escaping the hit by the skin of her teeth.
Eve dropped to the ground, hands bracing against the dirt as her leg came swinging for his ankles.
Shane backpedaled over a log on the uneven ground but realized too late the move he'd dodged was a simply meant to distract him, Eve's hand was wrapped around the handle of her knife.
He snatched the very log that tried to trip him and blocked the slice that came at him.
Shane cried out as Eve's knee smashed into his side, digging in.
Shane's arm clamped over her leg and offset her balance as he pulled her forward.
She brought her knife down on his head, aiming directly for his eye and the officer saw the glint off the razor-sharp tip glint right before it sank straight through the wood that flew out of pure reflex to protect his face.
The same tip pierced out the other side reentering his sight before he twisted the log wrenching the deadly object from her grasp.
Both objects hurdled towards the ground as Eve tried to block the fist coming at her stomach but Shane pulled up on her leg as his torso twisted packing as much power behind it as he could.
The air rushed from Eve's lungs as hard knuckles buried into the side of her rib cage, crushing barely healed flesh with skin wrapped bone.
"You once told me killing might be necessary for survival! Yet ur defending this little prick over your own?!" Shane hit her again.
Randall scrambled away from the fight, crawling towards the bushes — trying not to draw any attention whatsoever.
The tiny branches scratched him as he slid under the scraggly bushes holding out against the fall and refusing to just die like the tree leaves.
He cradled his leg where his wounds reopened, fresh blood seeping into the dirt and his filthy torn pants.
He watched the fight from the shrubbery, the kind of fights he used to watch on the internet but in reality he's barely able to keep up with what was going on — the only thing he knew for certain is they both look like they know what they're doing — he wouldn't be surprised if they've got training — in fact he'd be more surprised if they didn't.
Another shot to her side and Eve's elbow cracked against the side of Shane's skull before the next one could land.
"Aah!" Shane dropped her leg, staggering as his vision blurred.
Eve nearly fell with her leg but was fast enough that she ended up only spinning until it was planted on the ground again. Her hand immediately cradled her side but with a split second sharp inhale, she swung her leg while the bigger male was disorientated.
The tip of her boot jammed into his gut, knocking him off his feet with another cry.
Eve spun as the momentum died and staggered getting her foot back on the ground again without falling.
She panted, sweat dripping down her temple now. "I kill to survive. Not murder for convenience."
A boot collided with her stomach not a second later, Eve snapping forward with the impact and lost all ability to breathe as she felt her still unhealed ribs bend inwards.
She could almost feel the new fishers splinter the suspected cracked bones and she dropped, unable to keep her legs underneath her.
Her elbows hit the ground hard, barely stopping her from braining herself on a jagged rock but the pain springing from the impact paled to the lightning spiderweb of shooting pain ripping through her side.
Eve gasped trying to rush oxygen to her lungs but every slight muscle twitch sent a new spike through her abused torso and added fuel to the burn sprouting from red & purple painted flesh.
"Yuaaaaa!" Shane tackled the woman barely dragging herself to her knees.
Knocked to the ground, they wrestled. Being stabbed by rocks and cut by sticks, each tried to get some kind of upper hand over the other, anything that would put the other at a disadvantage.
Shane continuously tried to pin Eve, his size over the woman being his biggest advantage but getting a hold of the crafty smaller woman — even though she's hurt — proved to be more difficult than getting out of Atlanta when the bombs were dropping.
Eve however, finally found the upper hand she was looking for and allowed her left arm to be pinned.
His eyes barely reached the corner of his vision before he saw her right arm reeled back; fingers curled tight enough to turn white around a small rock in her palm.
Eve's knuckles smashed into his eye socket, feeling Shane's eyeball squish against her protruded middle knuckle; eyelids trying to close around the object already crushing the mushy organic opticle as his head snapped away.
Her fist drew back, everything looked like it was happening in slow motion as she jack-hammered his face with sucker punch after sucker punch.
Until she finally hit hard enough that he was flung off her with the aid of her knee on his stomach.
Scrambling to her feet, Eve's hand searched desperately for what should be at her back but here eyes widened when her fingers touched nothing but her own skin.
Eyes whirled around before fixing on the gun in the dirt just a few feet away from Shane. Her gun — which should be at her back, in her waistband.
Shane staggered to his feet, seething dark eyes fixing on her. The dangerous male blocking her path to literally every single weapon out here aside from a stick that would snap like a toothpick, and the small rock still in her palm.
His fist came flying at her right and she moved to avoid right before she noticed what she stood next to.
Her gaze set, ducking to the side instead and wrapped her arm around the inside of his swing.
She trapped his forearm under her armpit, ducking under it and grabbed the back of his head, using his own momentum and strength against him Eve swung/slammed the gorilla with as much force as she could straight into the tree; face first.
Eve — and even Randall — heard the snap echo. Shane's nose squirted blood all over the bark as he cried out and Eve let go of him, letting his own weight drag him to the floor.
Her eyes flickered over the surroundings, rapid to check for more danger but froze for half a second, realizing Randall was gone.
Shane groaned and without even looking, she lunged for her gun.
The falling sensation in her gut was the only warning she got before reflexive arms extended to catch her.
The reflex did it's job but the odd angle plus an already compromised torso had her cheek smashing into the forest floor anyway — even though the impact was greatly lessened it hurt no less.
Shane's iron grip around her ankle tightened to a blood-flow severing level and dragged her back towards him. His other hand searching for anything nearby before it wrapped around a heavy grey rock, almost too big to fit in his fist.
Eve's ankles crossed over each other, trapping Shane's hand as she flipped over, intending to twist his arm like a crocodile but she barely saw the rock coming before an alarming 'crack' echoed from her skull.
Alright guys, sorry if this is a bit rockier (sorry not sorry) than my normal stuff but as most of you know, I am on the road and didn't have much time for editing but I gave it my best.