Rabbit by the Throat

JP Alexis, Gonyaul, and Hunter:

Alexis swiftly took stock of the situation. Gonyaul was holding himself admirable well, but she knew his fighting style quite intimately from asking him to demonstrate before they started their expedition. It was very impressive, highly effective if the assailant didn’t now what they were dealing with, but… it had little in ways of actually taking someone out of a fight permanently. And a fight like this wasn’t over until your opponent couldn’t fight anymore.

On the other side of the battlefield, Hunter had to deal with four assailants at once. Even for the highly trained assassin, that might turn out to be a little much to deal with on his own.

Turning to Alcuin, she called:

“Please help Gonyaul!”
before taking off towards the five men race in progress.

Gonyaul and his assailant had been going at it for quite sometime now. It was a lot of chasing around if one was observing. And if the man ever did get a hold of him, he was either thrown or redirected in a undesirable direction. He was shouting profanities in his native tongue as Gonyaul. At the same time, the man was getting fatigued because Gonyaul had the high ground on the slope and he was constantly going up hill.

Gonyaul finally saw an opening and did a cartwheel into a backhand spring that drove his feet into the man’s midsection.

It sent the ruffian flying down the hill into a fall that kept picking up speed with each bounce. He came to rest face down and wasn’t moving.

Gonyaul gasped and ran down to meet his still form to check on him. It was a rues. The man suddenly roared to life, grabbed Gonyaul and threw him beneath him as he rolled them once to the right. He shouted something most likely that meant, I got you now. His vile spit splattering all over Gonyaul’s shocked face.

Gonyaul fought to get a leverage advantage but wasn’t able to get it in time. The stronger and heavier opponent had him pinned and two hands were around his throat.

Gonyaul gasped for air. His legs were kicking and trying to save him but to no avail. He was running out of breath and things were starting to get darker.

Suddenly the large man released him and immediately rolled off.

Malacost was standing overtop of both of them. His pickaxe was buried into the side of the man’s head. Gonyaul looked to his left and saw the dead man, his face crushed like a grape and spewing blood.

Gonyaul quickly turned the other way from the awful sight. Which saved him from seeing Malacost rip the pickaxe from the dead man’s head and splitting the face in two in the process. He then brought his pickaxe up into the air and was toying with the idea of experimenting with smashing Gonyaul’s head to pulp while he was curled in a fetal position. He could easily blame it on the dead man.