Victor hit the cold stone floor hard. Sweat slithered down his face, soaking into the church's cracked stone like it was drinking his fear.
Flat on his back, he stared up at the vaulted ceiling like he was stargazing.
He took a deep breath in.
Victor observed the nails pass over like someone drew half a semi circle on paper and told this anorexic creature to follow that trajectory.
TCHHH-SCHSHUSHHHH.
The nails started receding.
Three seconds to rescind. One second to extend. He timed it.
One second passed.
Victor could feel the blood rushing to his lower body before he pulled in his hips and extended out his legs to do a jumpstart from the ground.
He landed on his feet.
Two seconds passed.
'I've got 1 second left' the corner of his lips curled up.
His right hand hovered over the sheath.
Only this time he didn't hear the metallic ching of his gauntlet rubbing against the sword hilt. He wasn't nervous anymore. He hoped..
Victor bolted again aiming for a stone pillar to use it as some makeshift cover.
Three seconds passed.
He could feel the fatigue in his body, he was nauseated from all the close calls.
The creature surprised Victor
Six seconds passed.
Yet nothing.
Happened.
He reached the stone pillar, Glanced over his shoulder while hiding like a rat.
The 4 meter uncanny creature — Its sickly, tar-black body with its fully rescinded nails stood still.
Victor knew something wasn't right.
He followed its gaze.
The creature looked down and a familiar scent blessed its nose and foot.
There it was.
A small, steaming pile of organic waste.
It stood puzzled like it was processing the emotion anger and disgust at the same time.
What broke its frozen stature was a snarly almost cocky voice.
"Oi, you... AHAHAHAH! you're in shit now"
When it observed the face the tin can idiot was making its anger emotion overpowered the disgust it felt for the first time and broke the stun lock it was facing.
Something inside the creature snapped.
Disgust gave way to rage.
Its muscles bulged, its black blood was pulsing through every vein, its heartbeat was pounding with anger.
It leapt.
POMPFF!
It launched over the broken rafter and landed with a heavy thud.
Then — it charged.
But even in its fit of anger, it hesitated to strike. It wasn't certain the idiot was still behind the stone pillar. That's why it didn't extend its nails to slash at the pillar.
Victor had anticipated that.
He already noticed its slight intelligence before so he prepared a makeshift plan. Get it to rush the pillar and make it question if he was still behind it.
This is only going to work because the pillar I chose has a stand of scented candles that were almost burnt out. 'Its a gamble to be honest if they will cover my scent from that fiend' the one time he wanted to murmur a response outloud to himself he couldn't because he was in the endgame.
BOOF — BOOF — BOOF — BOOF
Each step shook the ground.
Each one a countdown.
'Few more and I'm going to dart around the pillar and get close and personal with that creature for once.'
BOOF — BOOF
A metallic ching sounded on the stone, Victor was already in motion.
CHING — CHING — CHING — CHING!
He was 3 meters away.
From Victor's point of view, the creature's right arm twitched, then extended.
Three sharp nails, Six inches long, began to protrude, extending to 2 meters long.
0.4 seconds passed
Victor's muscles were on high alert. blood pumping overtime
The nearest nail was just a foot away from skewering his head.
0.5 seconds passed
He ducked.
Barely avoided it, but he wasn't safe. It could still flick its arm to a down ward's slash and gut him like a fish.
No time to hesitate.
While ducking, he unsheathed his sword and slammed it behind him.
BOOMPF!
The short propulsion launched him under its wrist.
The momentum carried him forward, but his feet already touched the ground when he was under its wrist.
Boots scraping. Sparks flying.
Victor shot forward under the creature's wrist.
The momentum carried him into a slide — right under its elbow joint.
He looked up.
Its leathery, tar-black skin pulsed with heat.
Victor focused every last ounce of energy into his legs and rose up from the crouch.
His shoulder pad, forged from illustrious, magical steel, glinted as he locked eyes with the beast.
He gulped.
"This is karma, you fucker."
CRACK!
His shoulder-barged right under the Wendigo's elbow — full force.
Hopefully this won't hurt me as much as the sword did, ...eh this doesn't hurt nearly as bad as the sword. h-Huh... you're telling me... the armour has a shock absorber, but not the FUCKING SWORD?!
"…The sword? Nah, let that defective reject break my wrist every time."
The Wendigo screamed, shrill and inhuman.
'That's one arm down, you cretin' he thought before grinning.
He dropped to the ground and calmly slid his sword back into its sheath.
From the creature's point of view, It watched the tin-can idiot land on his feet and sidestep around its broken arm, moving left and back — just out of reach.
Its thoughts were clouded by pain.
Victor was now 3.5 meters away.
The creature's left arm was limp — useless. The nails on that side retreated back in slightly.
"Behind you."
It fell for it.
Snapped its head to look.
Saw nothing.
Snapped back.
Too late. It redirected the last of its strength into its remaining good arm — the right.
Victor stood 3 meters away.
The Wendigo was preparing a sideward slash.
'I can't believe it actually fell for that. What an idiot..'
Victor blinked.
His hand still hovering over the sheath.
From Victors point of view, he assumed the right arm was useless that's why he shifted to the right and back. 'Going from what I've observed already I know its range of its arm and its nail length'
'I'm at least 3 meters out.'
Then — he saw it.
The muscle twitch.
SWISH—
He glanced left.
Three nails arced sideways in a triple-mesh pattern.
One aimed for his shins, Another for just above his thigh, The third — upper chest.