[ It's a good thing his reflexes are strong; the knife sails towards him and Yuri gets one hand out to snatch it from the air, putting the sheath between his teeth and practically tearing it free as the monster scratches at the arm around it's neck, tearing Yuri's sweater and digging bloody gouges in the meat of his arm.
Yuri does as he's told, snapping the knife down with as much force as he can muster between the vertebrae of the creature's neck; pulls the knife back, does it again, a little higher. Tears it free again and this time twists to the right; goes for the jugular for good measure, a green spray of blood and an ugly cry rent from the creatures lips, before it crashes forward into the ground. Then, and only then, does Yuri let go. Shaking and stumbling away, his legs not quite able to hold themselves up, falling to his knees and pushing through the dirt to get further away, spitting the sheath into the dirt as he sits down heavily, panting and shaking as blood runs down his arm.
That, at least, seemed to have been the last of them for now. The cries and clash of battle and the roar of monster screams further, and further away- until everything goes oddly quiet. And then, began the slow patter of rain. ]
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Yuri does as he's told, snapping the knife down with as much force as he can muster between the vertebrae of the creature's neck; pulls the knife back, does it again, a little higher. Tears it free again and this time twists to the right; goes for the jugular for good measure, a green spray of blood and an ugly cry rent from the creatures lips, before it crashes forward into the ground. Then, and only then, does Yuri let go. Shaking and stumbling away, his legs not quite able to hold themselves up, falling to his knees and pushing through the dirt to get further away, spitting the sheath into the dirt as he sits down heavily, panting and shaking as blood runs down his arm.
That, at least, seemed to have been the last of them for now. The cries and clash of battle and the roar of monster screams further, and further away- until everything goes oddly quiet. And then, began the slow patter of rain. ]