Daniel didn’t mean to give such a hesitant response, but he wasn’t sure how long the statement would hold true. Not long after he hung up with Melody, the portal had produced a visitor to their plane and Daniel had spent the intervening minutes in a precarious position… under the razor-sharp edge of a tusk pointed right at his neck.
The creature had bounded into the world with the eagerness of a linebacker rushing the field. It towered over Daniel at a good eight feet to his six, six-hundred pounds to his less than two-hundred. Its body was muscle and sinew and armored bone. It saw him and growled, then charged, and Daniel – armed with naught but fangs and a tire iron – fought back by raising his weapon and wailing on the beast. He hit it and hit it and hit it again, each impact echoing in the alley, a sickening thud. But even when he employed the full force of his vampire strength, he managed nothing more than to stun the thing. “This… is not working!” He dropped the iron and ran for the phone booth and his butcher knife. Daniel whirled around just in time to get bowled over by the demon. Fortunately, he had the wherewithal to brace the hilt of the knife against himself, blade outward. The demon impaled itself. Down they went with all that momentum, Daniel on his back and the beast on top.
Now he was trapped under all that weight with a strangely jagged exoskeletal bone poised to behead him.
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on 2014-05-09 10:00 pm (UTC)Daniel didn’t mean to give such a hesitant response, but he wasn’t sure how long the statement would hold true. Not long after he hung up with Melody, the portal had produced a visitor to their plane and Daniel had spent the intervening minutes in a precarious position… under the razor-sharp edge of a tusk pointed right at his neck.
The creature had bounded into the world with the eagerness of a linebacker rushing the field. It towered over Daniel at a good eight feet to his six, six-hundred pounds to his less than two-hundred. Its body was muscle and sinew and armored bone. It saw him and growled, then charged, and Daniel – armed with naught but fangs and a tire iron – fought back by raising his weapon and wailing on the beast. He hit it and hit it and hit it again, each impact echoing in the alley, a sickening thud. But even when he employed the full force of his vampire strength, he managed nothing more than to stun the thing. “This… is not working!” He dropped the iron and ran for the phone booth and his butcher knife. Daniel whirled around just in time to get bowled over by the demon. Fortunately, he had the wherewithal to brace the hilt of the knife against himself, blade outward. The demon impaled itself. Down they went with all that momentum, Daniel on his back and the beast on top.
Now he was trapped under all that weight with a strangely jagged exoskeletal bone poised to behead him.