The Friend

The Blades

He reached for his machete and unsheathed it, with it in his left hand and the cage holding the fox in it in his right. I pulled out the pocket knives and flicked out each blade. Cory snickered, "Looks like you found my knives." I was confused, "Your knives? What do you mean?" He gave a small laugh, "Look at the initials, they're mine." I looked at the initials on one, C.M, Cory McCullough. "Well then, you can keep them. If I don't break them first!" he charged and swung his machete at me. I put up both blades and managed to block it. I kicked him away and backed away. He went for another swing but I had blocked it and pulled him into an arm lock. He struggled for minute, until he had went and bit my hand. "Agh!" I let go of him and got at a good distance from him. He laughed and came charging at me. He tilted his machete and was going for my throught, I managed to block it with the knives although he had backed me up against the ledge. I was in a tight situation. Cory had begun to laugh like a madman. But that was cut short when he began to scream in pain. He backed away from me and dropped his machete. He put his left hand on his right arm. I tried to see what was causing him to go in such pain, then I saw that the fox had been biting on his finger. He dropped the cage and held his hand tight, I could see the blood trickling through his fingers. I took advantage and came up and hit him upside the head, knocking him out. I tried to catch my breath, I looked down to see Tristen catching his breath amongst all of the men passed out. I looked back at Cory and pulled out my phone, and made a call. "Nine-One-One what's your emergency?"