The pain is fuel. The pain makes the red haze brighter.
I roar. I grab the arm that holds the blade.
I twist.
SNAP.
His scream is music. His sword is stuck in me.
The second one. He is smart. He is afraid. He stabs while I am busy.
A new pain. Sharp. In my side. Between my ribs.
Close call.
ANGER.
The red haze explodes.
I release the first one's broken arm. I spin.
I grab the second one. By the throat.
He dangles. He is two feet off the ground. His feet kick. Pathetic. His sword clatters from his hand.
I squeeze.
Pop.
I throw him.
Four. Five.
I pull the blade from my shoulder. It hurts. Good. Hot blood runs down my arm. I throw the blade. It spins.
I pull the blade from my side. More hurt. GOOD. More blood. My blood. It mixes with their blood.
"TOGETHER! KILL THE BEAST! KILL IT!"
More? Good.
Three more. The last ones.
They circle me. They are afraid. Their scent is sour.
But they are slow.
I lunge. I am a whirlwind of claws and tusks.
I eviscerate the first. My claws open his stomach. His insides fall out. Steaming in the cold.
Six.
I gore the second with my tusks. I catch him. I lift him. He screams. I shake my head. His body rips in two.
Seven.
The last one. He drops his sword. He turns. He runs.
