(MxM) Tales Of A Shifter (P1) - The Meeting

Chapter 3 - Death

Chapter 3 - Death

With a snarl, more beast then man, Ezekiel charged into the mortal.

He clamped his hands around the mortal's smaller right wrist that was holding the blade, and slammed him back into the tree.

The mortal screamed in agony, and Ezekiel smelled more blood rush into the air, but the mortal wasn't done in by Ezekiels attack.

A fist, small, and hard cracked into the side of his head. Once, then twice.

Ezekiel tottered to the side as blood blossomed inside his cheek and his hold on the mortal slipped. And then the mortal started rush him.

Ezekiel quickly retreated. With his hands out to his sides, and his knees bent he stepped back as the mortal ran at him.

The intruder slashed the blade back and forth. He knew what he was doing with the blade Ezekiel soon realized as he looked for an opening and failed to find one for the first few second.

Close and centered to the body. The mortal held himself in a tight ball of rage and perscision. And Ezekiel didn't want to risk tackling him and getting cut. But there was something. The blood. The more that the mortal moved, the more that the blood on his side ad pants began to deepen. Fresh blood soaking his body and still he kept going.

Ezekiel found himself getting increasingly upset as they continued to move around each other.

The mortal was going to make himself bleed to death.

Abruptly between a strait thrust of his blade,that had Ezekiel jumping back too keep from getting disemboweled, the mortal stumbled over his own feet.

Ezekiel saw the hiccup and shot back in.

He slugged the mortal in the jaw and even though Ezekiel pulled the blow, the intruder promptly crumpled onto the pine needles in front of Ezekiel and didn't move again.

Slightly guilt stricken. Ezekiel stared down at the mortal.

Shit.....did I kill him so easily!? He asked himself as he dropped his fists and stood up strait.

Panting Ezekiel didn't waste one moment, he crouched down next to the mortal and tried to feel his pulse and that's when the mortal hit him with the blade. With a broken scream the mortal sat up startling Ezekiel with the sudden move.

Flashing in the moon, the mortal turned and slammed the blade deep into his chest. So close and so deep by his heart that Ezekiel swore that he felt the cold metal brush against it. And then, before Ezekiel could recover his wits ,the blade was ripped back out and the mortal cocked back to drive it into him once more....

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Ezekiel roared.

No! 

The beast inside of him roared out in rage.

Energy flooded his body, pushing the pain back for a moment, allowing Ezekiel to snap his body back. He dropped out of the blades way, back onto his hands, and then he raised his leg and slammed it down into the mortal's stomach and ribs. And this time he didn't hold anything back.

The mortal screamed in true agony.

A sound that made Ezekiel hate himself a little bit coming out of his bruised mouth, as the mortal dropped the blade into the soil. Then the mortal rolled over onto his stomach and tried to crawl away, coughing and hacking for air.

"Jesus Christ, just stop it already!!" Ezekiel found himself snarling as he scrambled across the earth and struggled with the mortal once more. "Calm down." The Shifter in him growled as the mortal elbowed him in the cheek.