OLDER
CONTACT ME
DIARYLAND
2006-05-18 - 12:11 a.m.
Oslo put one foot on the back of the couch and roared before leaping over it at us. The Priest caught his arms in the air and guided him into the wall. He quickly popped back up to his feet and assumed a grappling stance. I mirrored his stance and we began circling each other.
You wouldn't know it to look at me but I used to wrestle a little in high school; so I kind of knew what I was doing. He lunged at me and I dropped down and flipped him with a fireman's carry. He landed on his back with a sharp exhale. I stayed on his right arm, locking it between my right arm and body, keeping it at a rather uncomfortable angle. He tried to push himself around with his legs, but I stepped over him with my right leg, pinning him to the ground. He screamed again and started swinging at me with his free hand. It didn't accomplish anything other than pissing us both off. I pulled him up a little and was able to wrap both of my legs around him kind of like a bear hug. I had to adjust my hold on him arm as I moved which put me inside the reach of his free arm. He hit me a few times in the face, but I didn't let go of his arm. I ended up underneath him with my legs wrapped around his stomach, heels digging in, and my right arm wrapped around his bicep pulling it up near his head. He tried unsuccessfully to get to his feet twice, but on the third attempt he made it. That was all I needed an angry big man on his feet with me on his back. Since he could reach me with both arms now I quickly grabbed his left arm with mine and chicken-winged it back so it was in between us. His right arm was still free but it pulled every muscle in his upped body to try and move it. He tried to shake me off by twisting violently but that only caused me to dig my heels into his stomach that much more. After a few minutes of this he dropped to one knee and began breathing heavily, he hadn't lost his breath until that point. When we were down far enough I was able to let go of him with my legs but keep his arms pinned and pulled up with my body. There was a wet popping sound and several small crunches, his right arm was completely dislocated and it hung uselessly at his side when I let go of it. I spun him around by his left arm and punched him in the face. He was already pale from having his arm forcibly pulled out of it's socket and I think he was going into shock. When he turned around to look at me again I kicked him in the gut and as he doubled over I grabbed the back of his head and slammed him face first into my knee; shattering his nose. Blood poured down his face as I punched him again. He wobbled but never actually fell down. I hit him two more times, directly in his broken nose, pushing the bones around in there, but he still wouldn't fall down. Before I could land another blow Draco grabbed my arm and pulled me away. He didn't attack me but stood between me and Oslo. He looked from Oslo to me and back again, and then he walked towards Oslo. He grabbed Oslo by the front of his shirt and held him up. He had never fallen but it was inevitable. He put his face very near to Oslo's and whispered in his ear and I saw fear flash through his eyes. Before I could actually tell what was happening Draco had dropped Oslo to the floor, his throat ripped out and Draco's other hand covered in blood and gore. Draco turned and spoke to everyone. "He was strong but not strong enough. You did not deserve the right to end his life. He and I have fought together for a very long time and only I deserve to grant him the mercy of death."
