Random Fight Scene
This a random scene I wrote depicting my raptor fursona, Blayze, engaged in a fight for his life. This has absolutely nothing to do with anything else I've written, and there is virtually no plot to be found here. I was depressed and frustrated by the world, so I did the writer's equivalent of vent art.
Be warned: this story contains intense violence and gore.
Cover art is copyright to Kobalt Silverstar on FurAffinity.
Blayze and this story are copyright to me. Do not use without permission.
I was cornered, outnumbered, and exhausted, but most of all... I was pissed. I'd given these humans a chance at friendship, and like the rest of the damned species, they'd tried to stab me in the back, quite literally. I snarled fiercely, baring my razor-sharp teeth and raising my dagger threateningly. I refused to give these humans the satisfaction of seeing me dead. Perhaps I would not survive this battle, but neither would any of these repulsive humans.
I couldn't tell how many there were exactly, but I could see at least six blocking my exit, all grinning maliciously and holding swords or daggers. My only advantage was a choke point - cornered as I was, only two of them could get to me at once. That was less than optimal, but my rage and determination to survive would give me the speed and strength I needed. At least the humans weren't wearing any armor. That would make my teeth and claws all the more deadly. I roared loudly, partly to vent my frustration, and partially in hopes of deterring my foes for a few more seconds to give me more time to think. I was unsuccessful in the latter attempt. The one on my left drew his dagger back - I could see that he intended to throw it. I had little room to maneuver, so I did the only thing I could: I threw mine first. I hit him square in the chest, not killing him, but shocking him with enough pain to halt his throw.
The human on the right ran forward with a shout and lunged at me with the point of his sword aimed at my belly. Rage fueled the speed of my arm as I slapped the flat of the blade, redirecting it against the wall. My other hand quickly met the human's face, my claws gouging his eyes in their sockets and sending him to the ground shrieking in agony. The man with the dagger in his chest, ignoring the pain, rushed to his companion's aid, but I caught his wrist as he aimed to drive his dagger at my neck. I kicked downward with my right sickle claw with enough force to rip the man's kneecap completely out of his leg. His face contorted in agony, but I didn't let him go. I instead used the dagger in his chest as a handle to hold him up as a human shield to block the next sword swipe from a third man. Only then did I rip the dagger out of his chest and let him fall to the ground, taking my foe's sword with it. I leapt upon the now unarmed third man and swiped my curved blade across his throat, severing several major blood vessels along with his windpipe. I knew he would be dead within seconds.
I barely had time to leap back out of the way again to avoid being hit by a fourth sword. How many attackers were there? Six? Eight? It didn't matter. All I could see was more blood to be spilled, and all I felt was hate. It was different than the urge to hunt, more than just hunger. It could be described as nothing less than a bloodlust. I threw my dagger once again, hitting a man farther back right in the neck, leaving me to deal with the man in front alone for a few seconds. For most combatants, throwing your weapon is a last resort. But a raptor is never unarmed. As the human swung his sword downwards at me, I sidestepped and lunged forward, catching his head in my jaws. The taste of blood fed my frenzied rage. I snarled and grabbed his hands to hold his weapon still as I shook his head viciously in my jaws. I soon felt a crack coming from somewhere in the human's neck, and his body went limp. I pulled the sword from his hands as he fell and used it to parry a stab aimed at my right shoulder. The human that had tried to stab me had thrown himself off balance, so I took the opportunity to rake my claws across his eyes. He fell to the ground screaming and holding his face.
I was starting to get tired. I shouldn't have let my anger get the best of me, but I couldn't let my exhaustion show. It would give the humans confidence. I used my stolen sword to parry another slash, then another from a second man. I had hoped to keep from getting into such a situation. I was forced to quickly give ground to the two humans, barely able to continue blocking their aggressive slashes. I received a long, but shallow gash on my forearm, but I hardly noticed with all the adrenaline pumping through my body. I only had a few feet left to retreat now. I had to act quickly. The human on my left soon grew overconfident and lunged forward, meaning to impale me right through the middle. I parried from left to right, throwing him off balance and into the way of the other human, giving me the few seconds I needed to regain my advantage. Rather than swing my sword, which was relatively slow and heavy, I rushed forward and forced my claws into my opponent's throat.
Instead of letting him collapse, I forced the dying man to stand upright by gripping his throat firmly, using the human shield trick again. Only this time, instead of waiting for an opportunity to use it to catch my enemy's sword, I gave him a powerful kick to the midsection, knocking him back into his comrade forcefully. In the brief moment that he was unbalanced, I pounced upon him with claws extended and jaws wide open. His lost his sword, and I tore into the soft flesh at his throat with my teeth viciously. It was with great reluctance that I broke away from the sweet taste of blood and rose to confront the next threat. It took me a moment to realize that no further assault would come. The humans were all dead, lying in a massive pool of blood around me. As I stood there, panting heavily from my exertion, I began to grow dimly aware of a dull ache from the gash in my forearm, and of the fact that I was almost completely covered in blood. Honestly, I was amazed I had been able to defeat all my opponents. I hadn't expected to survive a surprise attack by so many of them.
My first inclination should have been to wrap my wounded arm, but I was still in predator mode. Though enemies were defeated, I still wasn't satisfied. I licked the blood from my muzzle, savoring the familiar taste of blood. I wanted more. I turned around quickly at the sound of labored breathing. As I drew closer I saw that one of the humans was still alive - one of the ones whose eyes I had gouged out - but trapped beneath the body of one of his fallen comrades. I grabbed the body by the shirt and heaved it off my final prey. The man breathed in deeply and covered his blood-caked face with both hands.
"Aaaagh," he groaned as he tried to overcome the excruciating pain. "Did... did we get him?" he asked.
How pathetic. I growled deeply in response.
"Oh... Damn." the human said softly, letting the back of his head thump against the ground. For a moment, neither of us spoke nor moved. "Well go ahead," he finally muttered. "Finish it."
He may have resigned himself to his fate, but in my experience, any prey would still struggle for its last few moments of life. I growled softly and stepped forward onto the human's throat. He gave a soft gasp, but didn't struggle. Not at first anyways. But it wasn't long before he began to push at my leg instinctively. I could feel his blood pulsing through his veins, pushing up at the scales of my sole as it forced its way through the constricted vessels. I let up just enough to allow the human a few desperate breaths, then I pressed down again. He tried clawing at my ankle, but his dull, fragile fingernails were useless against my thick scales. The feeling of absolute control over the life of your prey is a feeling I can scarcely describe. Asphyxiation had always been my favorite way to kill. I growled in satisfaction as I felt the human's pulse quickening, his face turning a dark purple.
Just before he would have been rendered unconscious, I let off the human's throat one final time to allow him to regain his breath. If he had eyes, they would have been pleading with me to end his suffering. I was finally ready to oblige him, but only because my ravenous hunger for blood was increasing by the moment. As soon as the color had returned to his face, I shifted my foot up just slightly and leaned down with all of my weight. I couldn't help but purr softly as his hyoid bone was crushed beneath my weight. The human would be unconscious in less than a minute, and dead in less than two, but I wasn't quite finished with him yet. My predatory instincts demanded that I feed upon my fresh kill. I moved back towards his midsection, then tore into his belly with my teeth and claws. I ripped through the thin human flesh with ease and sank my teeth deep into his warm, wet intestines. The smell and taste of blood engulfed my senses. I was only dimly aware of his agonized flailing as I began to devour him alive....