Child of War (Tales of Autcrem)

Chapter eighteen, the day the unkillable was killed

He stumbled away, still recoiling from the punch. He looked at Rooshra as he grabbed at his once shiny helmet. It looked like it was from a junkyard now. He ripped off the dented front from the rest of the metal, it revealed a face that Dodd had not seen for so long. The black scorched skin of the southern orc tribes, long fangs overlapping his lip, bright red eyes, short dark ears, the left ear was missing half of it. His face had a few scars but now was full of cuts and bruises, blood bleeding from it like water bleeding through the cracks of a dam. The face of a boy, he thought as his first son.

"I haven't seen that face in a long time." Dodd smiled as he realized it was getting hard to breath. His wounds were bleeding worse from all the punching he did. His knuckles were shattered and hurt like a million needles pointing into his skin. It was like his nose felt early.

"And who's fault his that," Rooshra said, crushing the metal in his hand together. It looked like a shive.

"I don't really know anymore," Dodd said with a deep breath that he winced as it moved everything that hurt in his body, which was everything. He began to remove his fur armor as it was becoming too hot, too sticky with blood, and too heavy. It hurt to remove it; more blood spurted from wounds as he did it. It dropped with a thud, and underneath was a tore undershirt, which he removed as well to reveal his tore and battered body. Shear muscle riddled with wounds and covered in blood.

"Well, I guess I don't really care anymore," Rooshra said, ripping the armor off his broke arm. The white bone stuck out from his flesh in a nasty way. He forcefully pushed it back in with a grunt of pain. Then he filled his arm with Besh, which was extremely dangerous. You could visibly see the strain in his arm as all the muscles flexed and strained, its veins looking as if they would pop.

No more words were given as they charged. They would end it now.

Dodd pulled his fist back and slammed it into Rooshra's already damaged face, he didn't dodge, he just took it. As the fist smashed into his face, he took his metal shive and stabbed it into the arm as it collided with his face. Then ripped it forward, tearing a large gash in Dodd's arms. Dodd's eyes widen by the attack but pushed through the pain. He grabbed Rooshra's arm before it could retreat with the very arm he attack with. He lifted it slightly as he sent his other fist cracking into his rib cage with a noticeable crack. Rooshra gritted his teeth as the pain seared through his body. He took his broke arm and dug his fingers into the wound on Dodd's arm. It hurt just to move it, and even more to flex his fingers. Dodd's grip lessened from the pain, and Rooshra sent his shive digging into Dodd's chest. It looked like a pickaxe digging into the earth as he stabbed the shive in and tore it out by pulling downward. He dug again and again in rapid succession.

Dodd was stunned for a moment as the blood burned bright in his chest. He finally focused and sent another punch into Rooshra's side that cracked even louder and hurt even more. But this wouldn't stop Rooshra, he pushed through the pain and stabbed his metal shive right into Dodd's gut, right above the belly button. Dodd grunted from the pain, and he grabbed Rooshra's good arm and the other arm he used to grab his back to hold him. Then he pulled down and fired his knee upward. It sank into his gut with so much force that it lifted Rooshra a few feet in the air, and Dodd had to hold onto him, or he would have been launched. Rooshra sprayed blood from his mouth as the attack sank in. When he landed back down, Dodd took a moment to breathe, hoping Rooshra would have to as well, but he thought wrong.

In this moment of easy, Rooshra raised his leg and slammed it into the shive to shove it deeper. Dodd felt it sink into his gut even deep as more blood spilled around the shive like a plug. Dodd tightened the grip on his arm, cracking the bone and sending another powerful punch into his gut that caused him to bend over, which Dodd then followed with slammed his elbow into his back. He then grabbed his broken arm and tightened his grip. In doing this, he loosened his grip on his other arm and paid more attention to the broken one. So Rooshra took this moment of pure rage and anger of pain to pull his other arm out of Dodd's grip and slamming his palm into the shive one final time. Dodd began to bend over as the shive sank even deeper. He could barely see it sticking out. The pain just seemed so surreal that he wanted to fall over, he grabbed onto the hunched over Rooshra and put him in a headlock. He then crushed his other arm even more with his grip, making a very loud crack. Rooshra pushed all the Besh he could into his broken arm and sent it to fire for Dodd's side. The side where he had stabbed him with his axes. They were deep and nasty wounds. His fist slammed into the bloody flesh with a bang. His own arm burned from the horrible pain, but Dodd went so wide-eyed that it looked like he would faint. The pain was horrible.