Its eyes flash and it lunges at me. I leap into the air and skip over its head, tumbling onto its back. I try to get a good grip but only having one arm makes it difficult. In desperation I try to bite down only to find my teeth unable to pierce the hide in one go. Taking advantage of my situation, the fox leaps into the air. I grab a hold of the hairs on its back only to realize mid-way through its leap what it’s trying to do.
I roll off of its back and tumble to the ground right as the fox crashes on its back. While it tries to regain its composure, I pounce on it, aiming for the soft, thin-skinned belly. I’m able to get in a single stabbing strike with my one good arm before the fox leaps back.
Normal Skill Stab has reached Level 5
A thin stream of blood begins dripping from its belly. I snort derisively. It wasn’t deep enough. All I’ve done now is make the fox more wary of me. But if I could just cripple its other paw…
I glance at the bared paw.
Then, slowly, I watch as the fox begins retreating towards its hole, tail-first.
-Damn it, it’s trying to change the setting! If I let it clog the hole, my only way of attacking will be through its mouth and I’m not physically strong enough to do that.
Frantically, I fly at the left paw, trying to attach myself before the fox is able to react. If I can just get a grip on it, then it won't matter what the fox tries, as long as I-,
A pair of jaws clamp down on my back again and it lifts me into the air. But it isn’t trying to just throw me away anymore. Its jaws are bearing down with the intent to crush me and I can feel it all too well. The broken ribs from before begin poking into my flesh, causing untold internal damage. Together with the other ribs now cracking like toothpicks, it's only a matter of time before one of them pierces something vital.
Grrrghh…!!
Mind turning red, I lift my one good arm and grab a hold of one of its large front teeth, currently pressing into my side.
Placing all the strength I had into my arm, I break off the tooth.
The fox gives a mighty yelp and releases its grip on me, but I don’t let it throw me anywhere. Part of my tail has healed enough for me to curl it around the fox’s muzzle. My tail is far from strong enough to actually restrain it, but the fox is surprised enough to wait a few seconds before giving it a try. With this vantage point, I whirl around its neck and place myself at the back of its head, where I grab a hold of its two ears.
The fox growls, opening its jaws wide and snapping after my tail.
Well, if you so desire.
Lizard's Tail
My tail falls off bloodlessly and begins to write painfully on the ground like a snake having a seizure. The fox steps back in instinctual fear and I use the moment to stab my hand into its right eye. It feels like a water balloon popping and I watch with a strange thrill how blood spurts from its eye and the fox whines. I try to clamber to stab the other one as well, but before I’m able to do so the fox gives a mighty shake and I lose my grip, falling once again.
In an attempt to bat me away as far as possible in order to retreat, it grits its teeth and tries to smack me with its incapacitated paw. Expecting something like that, I instinctually grab hold of it. But chewing into that paw again will do me no service, and I instead begin climbing up the arm. The fox tries to snap after me, but past a certain point, its neck simply won’t bend that far. I grab a hold of the skin of the neck with all my available limbs and begin biting, eventually getting through the skin and into the flesh. Only a bit further and I’ll reach the jugula-,
A massive force slams into me out of nowhere and I fly away. Jumping to my feet, I realize that it had hit me with one of its hind paws. Damnit, I should have been able to see that!
I growl to myself as the fox begins to slip into its hole tail-first.
I won’t let you, asshole!
I charge towards it and notice clearly how it hunches down, ready to bite me once I get close enough. But that isn’t my goal. Making it seem as though I’m trying to get its healthy paw again, I leap just as its jaws snap after me, letting me tumble through the air and hit down just at the height of its stomach. Its hind legs beats after me but I easily evade it and clamber beside the stomach, my eyes searching frantically for the hole I created before.
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-There!
Small, barely noticeable, but an in.
I kick off the ground and grab onto the hairs of its stomach, climbing over to the hole. The fox kicks at me and I don’t - can’t - avoid it. Deep gashes unfurl across my body but I keep climbing. Eventually, the small hole - about the side of my hand - presents itself before me. I grin and stab my hand inside it again. The flesh around my clawed hand tenses and trembles as the fox whines and redoubles its efforts to remove me. I’m too far for its jaws to reach and that makes me happy.
With my hand deep inside the wound, I begin digging around until I find what I’m looking for: the abdominal wall. Grinning to myself as the kicks of the fox grow faster and harder, I tear a hole in the wall that keeps the organs in place. Plastering my face to the stomach, I chew and tear to make the hole even bigger.
Once the intestine begins slithering out of the hole I detach myself and retreat.
The fox pants and leans over, trying desperately to lick at the organs hanging outside its body.
Oh, what’s that? Troll ruptured your abdomen? What a shame! Should’ve thought of that before you tried toying with my fucking life!
Red Fox(E+)
Stage: Juvenile Health: 21/50
State: Bleeding(Minor), Hernia, Dying
You aren’t dead yet? Your damn guts are spilling out! Get a hold of yourself, damn it!
Giving up on its plans of retreating, it savagely attacks me. I attempt to dodge and almost do so successfully until its left paw slams into my back. This again? Just you wait and I’ll-,
Its jaws grip around my left arms and dislodge it in a single rip. The arm is tossed to the other side of the clearing and I stare at it in disbelief. It didn’t even eat it. What the hell are you trying to-,
Its jaws attempt to grab a hold of my left leg but I return it before it is able to do so. Instead, it only grabs my foot, crunching it to dust. A scream lingers in my lungs but I refuse to release it.
It’s trying to drag me down with it. It knows it’s about to die, so it wants to-,
Lilltroll(E) Lv.4/30 Stage: Juvenile Health: 7/25
State: Bleeding(Major), Dying
I know, shithead! Shut up for a second, I need to think!
My lungs are burning. My head is spinning. The pressure on my back is intense. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.
An idea flits through my mind and I glance off at a pool of blood a fair ways off. With a mental command, my severed tail begins thrashing anew.
The fox turns to look at it, not surprised enough to jump off of me but enough to release its grip slightly. I grin and rise, narrowly escaping its hold. Before it has time to consider what my plan might be, I leap onto its right hand, ignoring the pain in my stump of a foot. Its head swings around and it tries to snap after me but in my adrenaline-fueled ferocity, I evade it narrowly, climbing away from its leg and back onto its belly. It kicks after me and with only a single leg and arm at my disposal I know very well that only a single well-placed kick will be enough to rip me off and seal my doom.
My hand closes in on the hole.
As the fox prepares to kick me off at the cost of harmings its organs even further, I instead prepare for my final leap of faith.
I push the organs aside and press my face against the hole, crawling inside of it. My upper body slips in easily enough, but just as I’m about to pull in my healthy leg I feel something cold take a hold of it, attempting to pull me out like a tick.
Damnit!
With no other choice, I risk my life and plunge my claws into my leg. The world swirls again but I keep going, shearing until all the flesh is gone. With no other way to do it, I finally bit off the leg with my teeth. It slips outside easily, leaving me alone within the foxs’ abdomen.
I waste no time ripping and tearing and biting into anything I can find. Bile and blood and everything else that can be found in an abdomen spill onto me but my mind is in a frenzied near-death state and I simply keep going until I can only be snapped out by the familiar ding of the kid.
Racial Skill Lesser Regeneration has reached Level 2
278 exp gained
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Racial Skill Tail has reached Level 4
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Normal Skill Sharp Teeth has reached Level 5
Normal Skill Claws has reached Level 3
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Normal Skill Claws has reached Level 4
I keep digging even after I know it has died. Only once I pierce its stomach and remove the partially-digested tail from therein do I feel any sort of relaxation.
Yeah. I fucking won. Bitch.