In Love Through War - Book 3

Part 54

As Al'Aeen swipes left and right, kicking and grunting also aiming to free himself, he manages a back flip that turns into more of a back roll, bringing with him a warhog that seems to have taken a teeth liking to his forearm, just like a police dog might do to a criminal.

Happy to have opposable thumbs in his war-form, he grabs the warhogs upper snout with his other clawed hand and pulls up, while using his forearm to counter down, breaking the temporomandibular joint.

The warhog's shock at not feeling his hanging lower jaw anymore proves an excellent occasion for the previously bitten arm to send its claws into the uncontrollable open maw, puncturing the throat, with the sole purpose of slicing the nerve connection between the brain and the body.

"A paralyzed warhog is almost as nice as a dead warhog. How are you doing, Jena?"

"Two dead, three closing in."

"Do you need help?"

"You are facing..." she takes a quick look back towards him, "facing five and killed one. Do YOU need help?"

"I'll have you know I've dealt with more on my own in the past."

"Really now? How many times? Were they this well coordinated? Did they know about you then or was it a surprise?"

"You're starting to sound like Conall. It's annoying. Put Jena back on!"

"Ha, ha! Funny. And in case you missed it, I'm sarcastic. I'm coming your way. Pick me up and throw me at one of yours. We are switching."

"Are you mad? There's five of them!"

"Then you'd better kill some of mine and come help me. Or do I need to order you?"

"Jesus! Fine, whatever tickles your fancy!"

"Coming in fast, perpendicular and behind you."

Al'Aeen grabs her with his right clawed hand, careful of his dagger-sharp nails, and spins around more than a full circle, letting her fly towards his right most warhog, with a speed at least twice the one she came in with, ending his own movement with his left claw having stabbed the head of one of Jena's pursuers on his right side, at least two of the claws causing fatal damage to the brain.

"I got two as well!"

But having used a move already know too well to her, Jena had latched onto her target's throat and with a slight midair adjustment, left the warhogs body behind without the prize in her maw.

"I'm at three. You are slow! Must be the size. I got four on me now, mind finishing your last two, slow guy?"

"You only have one following you; I played some bowling with my victim and three of your four pins fell. Mother fcuker!"

"Are you alright?"

"Stabbed,"

"Hold on, I'm coming!"

"Nothing vital, just outer thigh, but I can't rush after you now so you better not get hurt!"

"Forth one is dead, coming back. It's so easy if I'm only facing one of them!"

Since his attacker failed to remove his presence from his stab attack fast enough, Al'Aeen bites down on the back of his neck, his third being probably his cleanest kill of the encounter.

"Come here, piggy!" Al'Aeen grunts the words as he jumps at the last warhog in Jena's group, grabbing one tusk before they tumble down together, as he doesn't even try to support their combined weight with a wounded leg.

But a hand on a tusk makes for a great handle to move the warhog's head up, exposing the neck. Which is more than enough for the claws on the other to rip out its throat.

"He didn't need that part!" he sends to Jena, chuckling at his own joke.

She barks loudly at him and he changes position with a double roll, standing low and in a crouch at the end of it, facing his three attackers, of which one is getting back up to his feet as well."

"You just missed a tusk to the back of the head, you fool! Focus! This is not the time to joke around and have fun!"

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