the beasts in the forest (open)

[wompy]

Wompy was charging the beast on all fours his loping stride brouht him close to the beast within seconds, Wompy lept on to the things back near its head, the beast started to thrash volently wompy held on for dear life. then taking one of his fists with the studded leather he began to punch the beast it the face tyring to hit its eyes the most. He then started to lose himself, he stopped looking where he was puching and just tried to make contact as hard as possible.

[WolfEnchantress]

"Samuel, come on! i will not let you die!" Damien shouted. He had tied his black cloak around his waist to minimize blod loss, but it was soaked and dripping. He ran on pure adrenaline.

The beast, now with Wompy atttched, thrashed closer and he made a wild swing, slashing it acroass the face. It roared and bucked, shaking it's head. She slashed again, fury driving every movement. He would NOT let anyone die, not on his watch.

"Wompy! Get it's stomach!" He shouted, noticing that it's skin on it's stomachwas pink and rather sft-ooking.

[thedookienut]

He stumbled to his feet, gripping his sword tightly in one hand. His ears were ringing madly and a hot, burning sensation ran down the long red scar on his face and neck. He slumped forwards, determind to pay back the dept.

As soon as the beast was close enough, he stepped forwards and swung his sword hard against the creature's front leg. It growled swinging it's front paw at them.

[WolfEnchantress]

The beast swung at them, angry and hurt from Samuel's blow. He jumped back and retaliated, but was stopped by another ear-peircing scream. It struck him, and he fell, quickly stumbling to his feet again. He glanced at Wompy, who was still furiously pounding on the thing, then at Samuel. He wondered vaugely if he had any idea what he was doing, then remembered what Samel had said. He was no good with a sword.

"Samuel, what are you doing?" He shouted, watching him stumble forewards. The beast swung again, and he darted under it, making a quick slash to it's belly before making a hasty retreat. It screamed in defiance and batted at him.

Cursing, Damien threw his useless cloak from his waist and fought on.

[wompy]

Wompy was so angry he couldn't even see straight anymore, he was so angry that the voice in his head was beginning to come back. It slithered into his head saying "good boy hit harder soon that beast will give up." soon wompy was hitting so hard that his arm began to hurt. yet the voice presisted "Look how weak you are you should have killed it long ago and you even have that human helping you." Wompy had lost himself completly by now his eyes shrank into slits and he started to do everything possible to kill the beast he bit, clawed, punched, ripped, smashed anything as long as the thing would die.

[thedookienut]

He stumbled back, narrowly missing the blow from the beast. He glanced over at Damien, watching him speed under the beast and slash its stomach.

"Helping." He replied, running forwards a little. He smashed his blade down against the creature's arm once again, getting hit in the face in the process. He howled in pain, clutching his face in agony. He removed his hand, his face turning white at the sight of the blood.

He noticed the beast, shriek once again, Wompy still clinging and attacking the thing. He winced at the sound of its cry, watching his two comrades swing and claw.

[WolfEnchantress]

Damien watched Wompy warily. He seemed to have gon mad, though he still attacked the best and not him. He saw Samuel pale at the blood on his face and jumped to block the flying paw that would have knocked him senseless.

Growling, he sliced his shirt off with his swork. Soaked in blood, it only haampered his movements. He inspected himself quickly. The three long, jagged gashes had slowed in bleeding, but still oozed down his side. They were fairly deep, but not fatal. At most he would need a few days recovery time and would probably be a bit out of it when the battle was over.

The beast's roar brought him back to reality, and he focused on wompy. The tall lizard-man was going absoloutley nuts, punching untill damien would have dropped with ehaustion. Again, Damien slipped under the thing, administering another longer deeper slice before backing away, ready to kill. The thing dropped to it's side before dizzily standing again.

[wompy]

Wompy could tell he was making some progress at least, he could actually see the beast beginng to sway he knew for sure that it was a combined effort between him and damien. Wompy tried a new tactic, crawling with lizard like agility he slipped under the beasts throat. He began to punch the throat of the beast. He could feel the metal studs sink into the beasts skin soon he had bronken through. he then used his powerful jaws to rip and tear out peaces of the things throat, it tasted horrible. He knew that the beast was obvoiously living but it tasted rotten and left a taste so horrible that made wompy come back to his senses. though the voice still haunted him

[thedookienut]

A foul stench reached his nose. A vile, rotten stench. He closed his eyes, soon opening them again. He glanced over at Damien, even with the gashes he was brave and strong. Wompy was crazy yet just was strong and brave as his comrad, possibly better. Samuel felt so helpless, useless...stupid.

He wiped the remainder of the blood from his face with the sleeve of his jacket and slowly got back to his feet. He slumped against a nearby tree, desperate to help more in some way.

[wompy]

As wompy chewed his way threw the neck he noticed the animal was beginning to crumple soon it will have died completley he thought

[WolfEnchantress]

The creature was dying. He could tel by the foul smell that emanated from the thing.
Suddenly, a blow to his back had him sprawled on the ground, a heavy paw pressing him into the dirt. His razor-sharp sword spun away, sticking with a thwack into a tree, burying itself till nearly halfway up the blade. He cried out, struggling to free himself.

"Samuel!" He shouted. "It's foot...cut it off! Hurry!" He had no idea how sharp Samuel's sword was, or if it would be able to cu it's bone, but even still, one good blow and he could get free. The beast screamed again, it's energy considerably less than it had been, and it stumbled around a lot. It was nearly dead. "Wompy, when i am free, finish it off!" He shouted. Wompy was still gnawing at it's neck, and looked capable of killing it once it was felled.

[wompy]

"bring this sucker on,when i get my chance i will end this wretched things miserable life without a thought wompy shouted between chews.

[thedookienut]

Samuel darted his eyes over towards the sound of his name. He searched quickly, finding Damien shouting. He swallowed hard, gathering up his strength. He grabbed his sword and ran as fast as he could towards the beast.

His hair had become mattered from the blood and stuck to his face awkwardly. He swung his sword down, crashing it against its leg. He yanked it back, threatening to swing again.

"Get off him you stupid thing!" He yelled, swinging it harder. He let the blade slice through the thing's leg, cutting to the bone. It wimpered and leapt back, keeping its leg from the ground.

[wompy]

seeing the beast recoil wompy for the first time drew his actual weapons, two huge maces with visious looking spikes. smashing into the dying beast with his shoulders he sent it sprawling to the ground. slowly walking up to the beast he put his foot down on its throat pressed down. then taking back both maces he slammed them down as hard as he could

[WolfEnchantress]

Damien gasped for the rush f air that went into his longs the moment the thing was off. He scrambled up, panting heavily.
"Thank you samuel," He said. "I dont know how much longer i could have sat there." He grinned-a rare, true smile that showed in his eyes.

As wompy smashed the thing with his maces, blackish blood spurted into the air like a great fountain and it ket out a final, dying roar that gurgled in its chest. Then is lay still.
Damien coughed, then cringed and spat blood from his mouth. It had to have cracked a rib somewhere.

He leaned on a tree for support after retreiving his sword and half-heartedly wiped the blood from his side, but onjly succeded in smearing it around. The gashes seemed to have slowed in bleeding a bit. He would have to get all new clothing, his blood and the beast's stench would never come out.
"You both have saved my life at least once," Damien said, closing his eyes momentarily at a moment of vertigo. "Samuel, i am sorry I did not trust you. How..How can I..." he trailed off for a moment, focusing on standing stilll and not swaying. He looked at both of them. "How can I repay you?" he asked, watching wompy spit the creatures foul tasting blood.