Elise Ebele
General of the Gen/Ran
((Lemme get this coup d’ètat moving for us))
I knew I had to act very quickly with these two. While I was confident in my ability to kill, I knew I did not have any actual fighting skills. In a wrestling match I would win. But in a fight with an aponant who could face a bigger, stronger adversary, I’d be screwed. But I was okay. All I had to do was get my hands on them.
I let the chain fall to the ground, shaking my shoulders loose. I sent a taughnt their way to see what would happen. The older of the two pushed the younger forward before diving for a drawer. The younger pulled a knife from his pocket and approached me in a hurry, but he was only a lamb for slaughter. A blemished lamb, at that. He was fast, and with a flurry of nervous shouts, he came at me. He stabbed me in the chest, but he was too week to get it deep. I took his arm and took his knife. Then I killed him with it.
I made a nother line on my face with his blood. The older guy was still digging in the drawer. He might have been looking for a knife, but was struggling. He found a hammer. It was too bad for him I was standing between him and the gun. He swung at me with every thing he had, but I blocked it with the palm of my hand. Then I struck him. Iwas with my bear fist, and it was enough to send him back. Then I took his hammer and beat him with it. He was dead in a single strike. I added a line to my face.
I took both the hammer and the knife and shoved them in my belt, while makin sure the room was empty. Then I crept back in to the halls. Surely, any other men here heard that gunshot. I had to get up to them before they came down here, or else they may get to the hull. “Logan! Red Head!” I called, hoping my comrades had not fallen.
((Sorry its kinda long, y’all))
Obediah-Ishmael
The two captures stil left alive had a great deal of profanity to shoot my way. Most of it was out of shock. The fear on their faces gave me a whole lot of joy. I looked carefully; neither of them seemed to be armed. Perhaps their firearms were near, but they were too frozen in the moment to get them. “Who’s next?”. I asked one more time. This time, in French. I knew I had to act very quickly with these two. While I was confident in my ability to kill, I knew I did not have any actual fighting skills. In a wrestling match I would win. But in a fight with an aponant who could face a bigger, stronger adversary, I’d be screwed. But I was okay. All I had to do was get my hands on them.
I let the chain fall to the ground, shaking my shoulders loose. I sent a taughnt their way to see what would happen. The older of the two pushed the younger forward before diving for a drawer. The younger pulled a knife from his pocket and approached me in a hurry, but he was only a lamb for slaughter. A blemished lamb, at that. He was fast, and with a flurry of nervous shouts, he came at me. He stabbed me in the chest, but he was too week to get it deep. I took his arm and took his knife. Then I killed him with it.
I made a nother line on my face with his blood. The older guy was still digging in the drawer. He might have been looking for a knife, but was struggling. He found a hammer. It was too bad for him I was standing between him and the gun. He swung at me with every thing he had, but I blocked it with the palm of my hand. Then I struck him. Iwas with my bear fist, and it was enough to send him back. Then I took his hammer and beat him with it. He was dead in a single strike. I added a line to my face.
I took both the hammer and the knife and shoved them in my belt, while makin sure the room was empty. Then I crept back in to the halls. Surely, any other men here heard that gunshot. I had to get up to them before they came down here, or else they may get to the hull. “Logan! Red Head!” I called, hoping my comrades had not fallen.
((Sorry its kinda long, y’all))
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