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Max watched Charles take off. He heard him shoot two men and watched as he hit the man. It appears as if the man was taunting him. Max was positive the Charles could take man. The man looked weak, but there was definetly something menacing about him. Max decided he better search the buildings incase Sarah was here. If she was he would get her out.
Max trunes the corner and came face first into a mountain of a man. He ran straight into him, his gun clattering to the ground. Max looked up at him, the man looked strong but there was a worried look in his eyes. He saw it quickly fade when Max appeared. Looking Into the room behind him max could see a women and two other men. They must be hurting her, like the other man in the other building, he thought. Max swung his fist at the mans face, letting his knuckles hit the mans jaw. Stepping back max held his hand. It was broken from the punch, his knuckles feeling like sawdust.
His leg slipped out from under him. He hit the ground and almost rolled into the pit. He saw her as he rolled. He saw her laying there, obviously shortly after she fell. He wanted to try and get her but knew he couldn't. He had a much more pressing concern at the moment. There was a crazy man who would kill him without a moments hesitation.
He stood to his feet, rubbing his jaw from where it had slammed into the ground. He surged towards the man and tackled him to the ground. One fist after another flew into the man's face, and chest. He growled.
"How do you like me now mother fucker." He screamed as he beat him.
He wrapped his left hand around the psychopaths throat as he continued to punch him with his right hand.
Darcy cheered when the man fell, taking his eyes off him. He looked back down and saw the man look at the women below. Darcy sneered and laughed, "she so pretty isn't she. As shame that I..," he words were cut short.
Darcy felt the man hit him knock him to ground. Punch after punch hit his face and Darcy just laughed and smiled. The man was angry at him, he liked anger. Darcy spat blood at the mans face, "so tough. Such a big shot," Darcy said between punches, "you think you're so..."
Again his words were cut short, this time by the mans hand going around his throat. He felt punch after punch hit him, the pressure coming down on his airways. Darcy reached with his mouth and took two of the mans fingers between his teeth. Biting down hard he bit the ring and pinky finger. He heard bone break and felt blood fill his mouth.
Darcy smiled and pushed the man off. He spat his finger off over the roof and kicked the man hard. "Take that you bastard. Your God dam women put up more of a fight."
Enio was amazed that the attackers had managed to push this far into the junkyard so quickly. They must be well organized. He almost wished that he hadn't left them the map now. He was expecting a far less skilled enemy then they had gotten. Darcy would pay for kicking this hornets nest, of that Enio was certain.
The man cracked him in the jaw and it was a good punch, not like some of the men here could give but it hurt. It also sent his head backwards for a second but not enough. He recoiled and threw a punch into the man's chest, forcing him to bend over as he fought for air.
The man wasn't near as strong as Enio was but something about the way the man held himself told Enio that he would have to be careful with this one anyways. That punch had hurt more then this man's strength should have caused.
"So your a fighter then?" He asked, seconds before his foot kicked the man in the head.
"Maybe you should leave little fighter. I mean your group no harm. I just want to get me and my people out of here. I will not kill you unless you make me do so."
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Post by Max Rivers on Mar 23, 2015 14:16:33 GMT -5
Max recoiled from the hit. It had kocked him the wind out of him. Max clutched his chest. This man had strength, but Max had moved this man probabaly has never seen. Max felt the kick to his head and he fell back. His arm were at his sides, and he propped himself up, fists readied. If he could grab hold of the mans arm he could control the fight. Lock it in place and he could use the man like a weapon.
"Why should I let you go you savage. What you to do these people, you monster," Max spat at him. "
Max swept the mans legs out as was on him. His legs went around the mans neck, getting him in a hold. He could feel the dirt shit under him. His shoulder burned and his hand ached. He could make out the women in the tent.
"Run get out of here," he yelled pressing hisblegs tighter around the mans neck, "you're free."
Charles screamed as his fingers were literally bitten off. He looked down at them and couldn't believe what had just happened. He almost didn't even feel the kick. His head was swimming but he needed to get up. If he laid here he would be dead very soon.
He remembered his knife ,and in a motion quicker then he thought his body was capable at the time, he drew it and Rose towards the man. He buried the knife in his gut and then pulled it out. It wouldn't kill him, the placement was all wrong thanks to him being out of it, but is would sure as hell hurt.
"I will kill you mother fucker. I will kill you and I will make it fucking count."
He slashed towards the man but Darcy had thrown his arms up on instinct at the last minute so instead of the neck or some other vital location it slashed across his forearms, still blood flowed from the fresh cuts.
Darcy smiled bigger at the mans scream. It was music to his ears. He could almost get off on it. That scream, it made his blood pump. He cheers excitedly not noticing the man rise.
Darcy felt the knife in his stomach and fell back. It hurt, there was blood, lots of blood. He saw the man go to cut again, this time for his neck. Darcy raised his arms up and took the slashes there. Blood poured from the wounds and down into his mouth, drinking at his own blood. Bits of Charles skin from his fingers still sat in his teeth as he smirked.
He brought his knee into the mans ground hard. And then pushed him off. Reaching for his own knife he brought it down in the mans shoulder an pulled it out. Darcy licked the blood off the blade and went to stab agajn.
Enio struggled to get out of the hold but despite his massive strength he could do nothing. He was stuck in the lock. His breath started to cut out and he saw stars in the sides of his vision. He couldn't shake the man but perhaps he could still get free. He planted his hands on the ground and rose off of the ground. Taking the man with him.
He slammed him into the wall but that still didn't seem to shake him. He slammed back a couple more times hoping to smash the man's head into the wall but he must have been tucking his head to avoid getting knocked out. It was clear that this man was much more skilled then he was. A plan formed in his mind. The slamming into the wall had luckily freed his airways enough that he could breath for a second.
"Ari, protect Audry," he said as he slammed the man one last time.
He didn't want to give the fighter a heads up to what was about to happen. Once he had slammed him he took off towards the Pitts. It was a decent fall and Enio had the leverage because of his size and strength. He threw them both over the edge, landing on his back, directly on the man. It dislodged him and he quickly rose to his feet, his whole body ached. He was buried up to his ankles in mud.
He kicked the man in the side, sending mud flying as well.
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Post by Max Rivers on Mar 23, 2015 16:15:59 GMT -5
Max felt the man begin to rise and standup. Fear rushed through him. The man should be unconscious, instead he was rising. Crap, this isn't going to end well, Max thought. He kept his legs wrapped around, trying to squeze tighter.
He felt metal his his back. Then again, and again. Max out his arms up to cover his head. If he could just push off he could knock the man agausnt the other side. Max reached out with his hands. That had just been enough to loosen his legs, enough to let the man breath.
Next thing he kee max was crashing down into the mud. He saw a cliff and the mans strength flung them off. Max released his legs and braced his arms for impact into this hole. He felt his side hit, and heard something snap. Looking back he saw the Man rise, a menacing look in his eye.
Max pulled his knife from his bet. He jumped up to his feet and jabbed it in the mans leg. It didn't hit an artery or bone, but it would slow him down and make it a more even fight. Yanking the knife out he slashed across the mans chest and the slahsed at his arms.
Max quickly held the knife down and out, bracing for the mans attack.
The kick to his groin sent him doubled over in pain. He was just barely raising when the knife came into his shoulder. He muffled his cry, not wanting to give this man the satisfaction again.
When Darcy licked the blood it gave Charles the second he needed to get his head back on semi straight. He dodged out of the way of the second thrust and slashed the man's wrist. There was no way he was going to be picking up his knife again. That slash had undoubtedly cut tendons and given time would kill the man. Charles didn't have the time to wait for it though. He slashed across the man's cheek and then buried his blade in the man's shoulder, aiming for muscle. He withdrew his knife and prepared himself for the man's next onslaught.
"I told you that I will kill you. Now hurry up and die."
Darcy stabbed down the knife and it hit metal. He saw the man strike, slashing his wrist. His hand went limp, the knife clatterin down into the mirror room. Darcy screamed out in pain, grabbing his wrist with his good hand.
He felt the blade his cheek, splitting it open. It gave a few of the inside of his mouth. Darcy stuck his tongue trough it. "Holes so small. Like the one of your Bitch's I took," he laughed, blood pouring down his face.
He felt the knife hit his shoulder, both arms no immobile. Darcy rose to his feet, his limp arms at his side. "Like an animal I just keep coming. Something your whore knows all about. Wouldn't be surprised at his sticky she is."
He laughed as he put his shoulder to the man. He ran full force, in attempt to knock him into the mirror room.
Enio felt the life stab into his leg and he hit one knee for a second. It was enough for the man to get up and prepare for the onslaught. Why couldn't this asshole just back off. He was wasting his time messing with the wrong person.
"The woman your looking for is in the mirror room with the boss. You don't want to leave her there, believe me."
He pulled his own knife from an ankle holster. He was honestly a little worried. He had never been forced to cross small blades with another skilled fighter. He was certain to be at a disadvantage against a superior skilled fighter. He wouldn't be able to employ his strength to it's max potential. He knew that he needed to get rid of the other man's knife, and do it soon.
He avoided charging forward, something that the other fighter was almost sure to expect. He was a large man and this fighter had already seen him rely on his strength. He surged forward but moved off to the right. He wasn't sure that he had thrown the man off but he was able to bury his blade in the back of his shoulder. It was a glancing shot and didn't go too deep. Damnit, he thought to himself. I need to finish this.
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Post by Max Rivers on Mar 23, 2015 18:19:20 GMT -5
Max heard the man talk about Sarah and just spat at him. "You would know wouldn't you? Probably put her there you sick fuck. You like hurting inocent girsl. You're a monster, you deserve to die."
Max saw the man lunge and went to move out of the way. He big moron to just charge straight at him. Instead he side stepped and stabbed his shoulder. It was his good one, the one not messed up by the gunshot.
Max screamed out and dropped to the ground. his knife clattered to his side and he dropped down into the mud on his knees. The pain was to much, it made his vision blurry. He held the shoulder and turned to look at the man. Rising up he glared. He still had fight in him, this man wouldn't stop him.
Now was his moment. The man had dropped his weapon and the stab to his shoulder had been good enough to cause some damage. He dropped his own blade, he planted his foot and charged the man. He saw his opportunity to use his strength and took it. He made contact with the man and picked him up over his head, his muscles straining. He roared as he did, using his full strength to lift Max.
He spun, his leg almost giving out on him. He threw the man against the wall. His leg buckled though and he went back down to his knee. He rose to his feet again. His leg strained. It would be ok once he got out of here but it was weakening him for the fight. He spat at the ground.
"I'm a fucking monster alright, but I am no Darcy. My pet is well cared for. Do not question that weakling."
Rage showed in his eyes. The man had hit a soft spot in his armor but he would not let him see it. He would drop into his more primal, monstrous side. This man wanted to make a competition between mind and body and Enio decided he would show him the limits of skill.
He lashed out with his leg, stomping the man's chest into the ground. Normally he would likely crush bones but with his leg injured he could not quite muster his usual force.
Max Rivers
Daryl Dixon Kind Of Badass Who's Probably Related To Him Overall Badass
Death and destruction follow me everywhere I go, so you best back the fuck up.
Post by Max Rivers on Mar 23, 2015 19:06:29 GMT -5
Max saw the man charge. In seconds he was lifted over the mans head. Max tried to brings his hand down to strike at the mans face, but it was no use. The strike missed. Max screamed out in pain as he did. He quickly but his tongue to silence the scream.
Max felt the man throw him. He hit the wall, wincing in pain. The man fell and Max smirked. Good, he was weakened. The man spoke of darcy. Max didn't know who she was. The fact that he called the women in his room, or so max assumed made him sick. This man needed to die.
Max began to raise but the man was on him. He felt the mans foot stomp down on his chest, the pressure causing him to cough into a fit. The man stomped again and Max took the blow. On the third stomp Max's hand came up. He caught the foot and pushed back on it. He struggled to keep the man from crushing him. His eyes scanned for a weapon, a rock, a knife, anything.
Charles saw the attack coming a mile away. It was the only thing that the man really had left in his power to do. He rolled away from the strike and onto his back. He kicked his foot up into the man's chest, sending him flying over the hole that lead into the mirror room. He flew over it himself once he scrambled to his feet, his blade came crashing down into the man's right lung, puncturing it. The man would be unable to get enough breath to keep going as his lung would collapse. He was not dead but he was out of comission. He saw his 1911 close to the man and grabbed it. He wouldn't kill the man. It would be over too quickly. He did however put a shot into each of the man's legs. The gentle thwap of the silenced weapon made him smile. He grabbed his mp7 and went over to the mirror room.
"Sarah, please be awake. Grab my arm. I'll pull you up."
Last Edit: Mar 23, 2015 20:00:48 GMT -5 by Deleted
Enio tried to beat the man into the ground but he was stopped when the man threw up his arms to try and stop himself from dying. With his strength waning he couldn't push past the simple block. He stomped one more time, hoping to get some more damage but it was useless. The man was more skilled and even in his weakened condition he was using his technique to great effect. Something that Enio did not have going for him.
He instead used the upwards movement to build momentum for a punch to the man's face. It came down from above. Of course the man blocked it but not enough to save himself from being knocked out. He almost killed the man but he remembered his promise. He had told the man that he would not kill him unless he had to and at this moment he simply didn't have to.
He walked over and grabbed his knife, returning it to his ankle holster and turned around. He saw Charles get up and shoot the boss twice but still heard the insane man. It was barely a whisper but it told him that Darcy was still alive. He would have to take care of that if this man didn't but in the meantime he needed to see to Audry. He limped back to his room. She seemed safe. It made him much more relaxed.
Darcy fet the kick tonhis chest. It left and imprint and sent him flyig over top of the entrance to the mirror room. He landed on the other side hard. It knocked the wind out of him. He tried to move to clutch his chest but his arms wounded move.
He saw the man lunge and land on him. He felt the knife slide into his body. Darch went to go say something but only blood came out of his mouth. He went to push him off but couldn't move.
The man moved off him. He saw him grab a gun and Darcy smiled. "Pussy. You're a pussy," he croaked at him. He felt the bullet shit him an threw his head back.
Sarah laid below the opening in the ceiling and the rope dangled next to her. She heard the shots all around, the yelling, and felt like she was in a dream. Her body hurt all over. Blood on her face, her back and ribs burned from his kicks. She struggled to breath, each one felt like she was breathing fire. Blood ran down her legs, trickling over her thighs. Her hand reached up, as she thought she dreamed she heard Charlie talking to her. Her jaw was swelling and her one eyes would probably be swollen shut before long.
She would never know where she found the strength, but she gripped that rope, and pulled herself to her feet, groaning in pain, tears running over her damaged face. To her feet, hand rose up. <God help me> she tried to voice, but it was garbled, but fingers found flesh, and she dug her fingers into it.
Abby moved around in the Knight, to be able to see what was going on. She stared in horror as she saw Max and a huge man go down into some kind of pit. Abby screamed, because at that happened bullets sprayed the back of the Knight, catching her off guard. She saw her bat, but she needed something with more power than that. She stared wide eyed as the large man clambered out of the pit, but..no Max. God fucking Damnit! She knew he would get hurt! Tears ran down her cheeks.
She was torn. She wanted to yank that door open and run to the pit. Run to Max, to make sure he was alive. She knew she had to stay put. Charlie was going to find Sarah, and she needed to be there to drive her out of this hell. She took deep breaths, realizing she was panting, from fear. She placed her hand on the window, and watched. 'Please Max, you promised me." She spoke, to herself, but giving it actual voice, gave her hope.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
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