Chương 31: Out of The Hurricane, Into The Tsunami (part 3)
Steve turned back to see Will, but he was gone. Nowhere in sight. Steve growled and sighed, "Could have at least given me back my stuff."
Steve glared at the Tyrant who glared back. The two were at a standoff. Steve looked around behind the Tyrant and saw his pistol and the fire ax. They were still very close to the front doors of the mansion. Steve needed the Tyrant distracted for him to be able to get past him.
He looked at his forearm and gave a heavy and annoyed sigh, "Ugh... This is going to hurt," he said before he gripped the handle of the knife and yanked it off of his forearm. He felt the teeth of the saw blade grip and shred the flesh apart from the inside. Steve audibly cried out as the knife was successfully out of his arm. He then shoved his forearm into his mouth. Blood filled his mouth. The copper bitterness was almost too overwhelming. He felt as if he was seconds away from wretching whatever bile he had left in his stomach. His mouth was full of blood. Now for the distraction.
Steve avoided getting near the Tyrant as he rushed over to the pistol and fire ax. Steve tuck and rolled as he grabbed both and faced the Tyrant. He holstered his pistol and saw the dead Hunter that they killed before reaching the mansion. Steve was thinking crazy but had no time to debate if this idea would even be worth trying. Anything would work, compared to no ideas. The Tyrant continued to try to put out the fire on its face as it cried out, So steve still had time
He rushed over to the Hunter's body and grabbed its left arm. With a swift slice at the arm with his knife, the arm of the Hunter left the body. Steve looked into the flesh of the Hunter's arm. The meat was like it was made of bubbles and had a similar texture to the guts of an orange, but was stiff and dense. Steve carved the meat around the bone out of the arm and shoved his own hand into the Hunters arm. His hand gripped bone inside as a way to properly hold the arm and claws. Steve stood straight and looked at his opposite arm that was halfway done healing, already.
The Tyrant had finally snuffed out the fire on his face but he turned to face Steve. His face was so cooked off, his eyes were gone and its bearing teeth showed as it snarled in anger. It was now blind.
The Tyrant staggered as it desperately made an attempt to look for Steve. The Trant's face was visibly healing right before Steve's eyes but the eyeballs malted and cooked. They would not grow back.
Steve stood there braced himself with the Hunter's claws gloved over his hand. Steve pulled his pistol out for his other, and much more damaged hand that took its time healing. He could not let his right arm touch infected blood, not with that gash still healing.
Steve panted and hyped himself before he charged at the Tyrant. Steve sprinted with determination on his face. There was no need to make this a messy fight. One quick slash at the neck, shoot the spinal cord when it's exposed.
Steve lept forward straight to the Tyrant's neck. Steve shot his arm forward with the Hunter claws and it stabbed straight through the Tyrant's neck. The Tyrant thrashed and shook violently. Steve swung around like a scarf on the neck of the creature. The muscle on the tyrant's neck was so dense, the claws of the Hunter's arm got stuck in the Tyrant.
This did not work the way Steve hoped. Seconds after, Steve felt the Tyrant's hand wrap around Steve's waist and yanked Steve out of the Tyrant's neck. Steve's back cracked and popped on several areas as he made an attempt to break free from the grasp of the angry giant monster.
Steve desperately pointed his pistol at the Tyrant's wrist and fired several rounds onto the monster's wrist. The bullets simply became pancakes of copper and lead stuck to the grey skin. The Tyrant squeezed Steve by the waist, and steve felt his ribs and hip bone bending in attempts to fit in the closing space of the Tyrant's fist. Steve screamed violently after he heard and felt his hip pop and displace itself from how tight the grip had gotten.
The Tyrant gagged and coughed blood out of its mouth before its neck healed on its own. The giant man pulled Steve closer to its ear and squeezed harder. Steve screamed violently again as he thrashed about, punching the Tyrant's knuckles and fingers. The Tyrant gave no response to Steve's efforts to break free. The monster simply kept its ear close to Steve, listening to the man's agony. It was almost as if the Tyrant was enjoying Steve's cries.
Steve knew this had to be it for him. His death was seemingly seconds away. He kept fighting it, though. Steve dropped the Hunter's hand and then thrashed about with both hands. He felt his legs start to tingle and sting from the lack of blood flow. Steve could barely take in any breath from how tight the grip had gotten. He could barely scream anymore. Just faint gasps were made through his gritted teeth as his fingers had gotten numb from punching the Tyrant's hand.
The grip got tighter. Steve could not breathe anymore. Steve knew he had nothing left to give. He tried his best alone. It was seemingly all he could do.
His mouth had gotten dry as the only thing he could taste was the bitterness of blood. Pop! A rib broke. Steve's whole body started to feel tingling all over. His fingertips were blue and he was having trouble thinking straight. His brain no longer had blood travel into it. "Fight back," was all he heard in his head. Oddly enough, It wasn't his voice. It was a girl's voice.
Steve reached for the knife that he had sheathed. There was barely any space between the folds at the skin of the Tyrant's finger, but just enough to squeeze his arm through. Steve successfully pulled the knife out. Steve had no strength as he reeled back and stabbed the Tyrant's finger.
This was a fight Steve knew he lost. This was his final moment. He died fighting for the people he cared for. At that moment, Steve barely chuckled, as he found the reason oddly nostalgic. How weird...
Steve's motion when he continued to stab the Tyrant got slower. Everything in his body demanded Steve to fight back, but it had been obvious his body had nothing left to give. If there was anything left it was sheer determination, like how it always is.
Steve would not stop. He rose the knife in hand and used gravity to stab down on the Tyrant's hand. Steves death was here. Everyone counted on him. His last thoughts were shame upon himself, and disappointment at how long he lasted. Only two levels. He rose his knife again to stab down.
POW!!!
Will's assault rifle made a direct hit on the Tyrant's left Temporal bone. The side of its head. He fired again and again. The Tyrant fell to a knee as it shook its head, as it made an attempt to shake the bullets out of its now cracked skull, "KILL IT, NOW!!!" Will shouted hard.
Steve's hand was still up ready to stab at the hand but the moment he saw blood seep out of the side of the Tyrant's head, a new stabbing spot was found. It was all down to this. Steve had to keep fighting! Will was still fighting by his side! There was still someone helping him! He had to fight back!!
Steve felt the grip of the Tyrant loosen upon him. Steve gasped and inhaled, feeling his whole body return to him. Steve's glowing eyes never left the sight of the hole in the Tyrant's head. Now that Steve could breathe, he focused. Steve gripped the handle of the knife, gritted his teeth, gave a guttural cry as he swung his arm and stabbed the Tyrant's skull. The tip of the knife shattered but the skull audibly cracked. Steve screamed with rage as he swapped hands and slammed his palm down on the pummel of the knife repeatedly before suddenly, the blade of the knife sank deep into the brains of the titan. Steve continued to scream out as he dug and twisted the knife until the Tyrant fell to the ground.
The Tyrant eventually let go of Steve and fell limp to the ground. Steve crawled his way out of his hand and back to the head to focus and study the wound of where the knife penetrated. He saw the skin try to regenerate itself, "Shotgun, now!" Steve shouted before he grabbed the knife and stabbed into the brain of the unconscious Tyrant repeatedly, again.
Will sprinted over and looked for the shotgun. Once he found it, he rushed over to Steve, "Here!"
Steve yanked it, checked if the gun was loaded, and then fired the shotgun directly into the hole the knife left. The skull splattered open, with hot red brain matter and bone scattered into the grass.
Steve sat there with the shotgun in his hand as he panted as he felt the blood finally rush back into his legs. He glanced at Will who was a bit shocked. He looked back at the dead Tyrant and spoke out loud, "Try healing from that, asshole."
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