Post by Nazier on Jan 6, 2012 22:59:31 GMT -5
Nazier grimaced. This woman was now uncomfortably close to him. He didn't know how much longer he could stall her. What made matters worse was when he took one final step back, his back met the wall. He was trapped. He grit his teeth; he was going to die, wasn't he? This was it; killed by some demonic creature, trapped in a house filled with a bunch of boys? This was definitely not how he pictured his death. He sighed out lightly as he prepared himself. He would not die in a corner cowering in fear. He would not die like a coward. He would not allow this demon to simply kill him without a fight. He was a wild animal trapped in a corner, and when flight is not an option, there is only fight.
Nazier prepped himself for a forward thrust where he would attempt to sucker-punch the demon. If he lived long enough to even hit her, he would then roll out to the side before trying to create some distance between them. It was just the question of when? By now she must have noticed he was running out of things to say, so she would be looking for him to attack. He needed a distraction: something to catch her off guard.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash and somebody came shouting in to the room. Another enemy perhaps? No time to think about it. He was banking on this. He didn't know if she was distracted or not, but he was praying that she was. All he wanted was a punch. All he needed was a single punch. He threw it as fast as he could. It didn't even have much power behind it. he just needed to send a shock to her senses and knock her off balance so that he could get around her. That's all he needed. Once his fist connected, he would roll to the left and sprint away towards the door.
Just one hit!
Nazier prepped himself for a forward thrust where he would attempt to sucker-punch the demon. If he lived long enough to even hit her, he would then roll out to the side before trying to create some distance between them. It was just the question of when? By now she must have noticed he was running out of things to say, so she would be looking for him to attack. He needed a distraction: something to catch her off guard.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash and somebody came shouting in to the room. Another enemy perhaps? No time to think about it. He was banking on this. He didn't know if she was distracted or not, but he was praying that she was. All he wanted was a punch. All he needed was a single punch. He threw it as fast as he could. It didn't even have much power behind it. he just needed to send a shock to her senses and knock her off balance so that he could get around her. That's all he needed. Once his fist connected, he would roll to the left and sprint away towards the door.
Just one hit!