Approach
The second he emerged from his concealment, the men turned to him…and of course, it was like before.
They drew their weapons, and one charged, swinging a dangerous war ax. Jake, for a faint moment, did not know what to do.
He didn’t, but his mind did, his subconscious.
His hand shot out and grabbed the man’s wrist, twisting it and wrenching it away from his weapon. His clawed hand planted itself firmly into his neck, and with a messy spray of blood, he tugged his claws to the side, and removed much of the marauder’s neck. Jake, internally, felt horrified, as he watched the man slump to his knees, dying before his serpentine eyes.
Yet…it also looked so amazing; so intoxicating. The next two attacked; one nocking an arrow and preparing to shoot while the other carelessly rushed his way, swinging their dual axes about carelessly. Jake was so distracted, he let himself be struck; one of the axes slashing past his arm and causing him to cry out in a roar from the damage. He looked to the wound, and to the bandit, reaching out sharply to grab him by the neck and lift him, twisting sharply to snap it like a twig.
It felt so fucking good to do that.
The last one damn near looked ready to shit himself as Jake approached, dragging his friend’s carcass behind him like a trophy. His bloodlust subsided for a moment, and he stared down at the corpse faintly before tossing it aside almost as if it didn’t bother him anymore.
Written by AGhostInTheMachine on 23 November 2017
