Dosumn 401

Chiyo’s smile grew as she got closer to them, “Hah! I don’t care what happened, you should be dead! God damnit, Salazar, I could kiss you! You got me premium stuff~”

So did Samuel’s when “Winnie”, after pulling the knife out, rushed him again.“Call me Winnie Pooh again and I will shit on your grave after I dig it myself!”

The other paw came towards him, followed by an attempted bite. With fast and clean footwork Samuel dodged both, although the bit was too close for comfort. His left fist landed on his face but he bounced back trying to hit him with the other.

Samuel kept dodging, always just one hair away from meeting his claws. His Dolokinesis blob kept rushing all over his body, wherever he locked his eyes, slowing him enough for him to punch back. Little by little, punch after punch; kick after kick, he was starting to push him back.

His heart was pounding against his heart, the noise of his heartbeat being the only thing he could hear. The smell of blood, the taste of iron on his mouth. It sent him back. Everything was coming back to him.

Every dodge, every punch he landed; they got better. Less risky, stronger. His use of Dolokinesis refining and becoming more efficient. He started laughing after a kick to Winnie’s chest sent him flying back. His foe looked hurt, winded. “I expected more!”

“How-” he stood up, raising from his knee, staring at Samuel with disbelief, “How are you still standing!?”

Chiyo had now gotten close enough to notice them more clearly. Her smirk vanished, her face contorting into a horrified expression, the knife falling off her hands. Samuel had cuts all over his body, his clothes had basically been turned to ribbons that only hung to his body thanks to his blood. He didn’t seem to bother, to be affected by it. Not at the moment. Out of the two, Samuel looked the worst. And yet, he was the one to initiate the second round.

He rushed forward, agile as ever, dodging easily like he had been doing by swaying and weaving around his exhausted arms. He landed a series of punches on his chest before sending an uppercut to his chin, making the big bear man stumble once again. The other two stared at him. His opponent looked scared, just like he wanted. Chiyo, who was a couple of metres away, was horrified.

What he had failed to realise is that in his latest barrage, both of his arms cracked, snapped and bent unnaturally. That’s when he fell to his knee, feeling his head get light and his vision blurring. “Ability: Dolokinesis. Time limit reached. Ability: Stat Share. Time limit reached.”

There are sounds a human throat isn’t supposed to make, it wasn’t made for them. Too high, too deep, too loud; plenty of reasons for that to be the case. The blood freezing screech that came out of Samuel when all of his pain came back was one of such sounds. Probably worse than the worst you could imagine.

He felt like every one of his bodily functions had stopped and starting them wasn’t working. Like trying to ignite a car’s engine over and over but the engine refuses to work. Jolts of pain striked almost everyone of his nerves. The only reason he was still conscious was that when the intense pain threatened to put him to sleep, another intense pain woke him up.

The bearman, beaten up but still able to move, stood up and limped over to him. He lifted his eyes at the last second, looking at Chiyo. Her arm was on her side, she hadn’t prepared the attack. “Aight, come on. Let’s- not make this harder.”

“W-wait. . . What’s- oh, fucking hell,” Chiyo’s eyes couldn’t leave Samuel’s spasming body. The ‘premium stuff’ had one major flaw and it was a deadly one.

‘Winnie’ grabbed her arm, staring at the commotion next to the stairs. Azim was still rampaging, more than half of the ties were unconscious or worse. He clicked his tongue and began to drag her away. “What’s what? Happening to him? He is dying, tough luck.”

Chiyo could feel her heart sinking, swallowed by so many emotions that she couldn’t recognize any of them. Except for an all consuming rage. Her face lit up red and a bubbling heat crept up from her very soul. She managed to stop the advancing bear man for a second, turning around to scream, “You weakling! Is this how you want it to end!?”

The bear man didn’t stop, not bothering to even look away. He continued to drag his legs as they slowly got further and further away from Samuel’s broken physique. She continued to struggle. Kicks, punches and slaps rained on his tired body. He didn’t even flinch.

“Will you cut it? That’s it! The rest will keep Azim entertained. You lost. Just give up, I am getting sleepy and I want to take a nap!” he growled, turning to look at her. When he was about to continue, his eyes slowly lifted up to look past her at a raising figure.

Samuel’s bloodied and battered body was slowly standing up but there was something different about him. A golden hue surrounded him and crept into his most dramatic wounds. Those twisted arms snapped back in place, all of the damage his claws had made was gone. Samuel cracked his knuckles and stared him down with a cocky smirk.

“Hah! I knew it!” she squealed in delight, taking the opportunity to slip out of ‘Winnie’s grasp and make a run for it.

“Ready for round two you hairy son of a bitch!?” Samuel screamed as he rushed forward. The change of his enemy changed from shock, to anger and later to determination, all in the span of a few seconds. She saw him going faster as he advanced, even faster than what the bear man could run at that point. Instead of staying away, she picked up the knife and got ready.

Samuel jumped above a crashing paw, kicking the bearman’s chin with both of his feet, stopping his momentum. As soon as he touched the ground, he got really close to him and prepared a right punch. Chiyo could swear she saw each one of his arm’s muscles pop out and inflate before the hit.

‘Winnie’ couldn’t dodge, he knew the punch would hurt. He didn’t expect it to be the hardest he had ever been hit in his life. The sound of his own ribs breaking under the pressure was enough, he didn’t hear Samuel’s arm crack it’s bones at every possible location. Nor did he have time to see it as he was sent flying. Chiyo flipped the knife on her hand and threw it his way. Surrounded by a purple hue, again, it connected with his chest after he had been flying for a couple of metres.

TING. . . BOOM. Unlike before, the explosion wasn’t just force. A purple cloud of smoke and fire covered the bear man and almost got to them. It left cracks on the floor, walls and ceiling. In the middle lay the bear man. Dead, unconscious; they didn’t care.

Samuel fell to his knees, gasping and panting for air as his arm began to heal itself. Chiyo looked at him and took a step forward. She stopped herself, going back to her previous spot and crossing her arms over her chest. “I thought you were dead.”

“Yeah, me too,” he stood up, still winded. “You are welcome by the way.”

“Hmph, that was just your job. I don’t have to thank you for anything,” Chiyo turned around and began to walk back to the stairs. In the distance they could hear the fighting had stopped.

“You-” his voice was shaky, as was his body, “ingrate piece of- of. . . Oh. Fu-” And then he fell face first to the ground, exhausted.