Stranded on a Tiny Planet

Kill or Be Killed

A/N: So sorry for the long wait on this chapter...just haven't been super motivated and the ideas weren't flowing smoothly. But here it is...

ALSO....

WARNING: If you are sensitive to slightly bloody, gory readings...you may want to turn back.

Merco grunted when the massive pressure of the Gret'nal's heavy body shoved him onto his back into the dirt. Sharp teeth tore through his glove and screeched against the metal of his prosthetic as the humanoid clamped down aggressively. It happened so fast but Merco instantly realized Boroxle was somewhere in the mercenary's mouth and he had to prevent the Rogashay leader from being swallowed and give him the chance drive his spear into a vital spot.

The Gret'nal stared at the man with his one good eye, breathing heavily through his nostrils. Despite the bite injury to his right shoulder, Merco swung the knife up to stab his attacker. The Gret'nal, however, saw the movement and caught his knife hand, easily halting the stabbing motion. It didn't take much for the Gret'nal to slam his arm into the ground and jar the knife from his grip.

A surge of brief panic shot down Merco's body when he felt the weapon leave his hand. It was the only defense he had against this powerful mercenary and his strength alone would not be enough to win. Especially when he became increasingly aware of the hot wetness soaking through the right side of his shirt.

Uttering a deep and dangerous growl through his teeth the Gret'nal crunched down hard on his prosthetic and with predatory violence shook his head. Merco was thrashed from side to side and though his prosthetic didn't register pain his upper arm and shoulder felt as if they were going to be wrenched from their socket. The man suddenly threw his long legs up, hooked around the back of the Gret'nal's leg and using the momentum of the shaking, rolled the lizard humanoid to the side. Merco rolled with him, placing his knees into the scaled chest. He then leaned forward, jamming his mechanical forearm back further into the Gret'nal's mouth until it was up against the juncture of the jaw and his skull, forcing it to remain open. He strained with every ounce of strength he could muster to hold the position.

Merco held his own for several moments until the Gret'nal's growling stopped and he suddenly made a strange noise. The yellow reptilian eye widened slightly and before Merco could react he was smacked with powerful open-handed swipe. The hollow thud of the hard, scaly arm impacting his side seemed to echo through the man's body as he was cast aside. He couldn't breathe easily for several agonizing seconds as he lay sprawled against some trees. His ears began to ring and a swirling dizziness was accompanying. With pained determination, Merco grit his teeth and rolled onto his stomach, trying to get up.

But as he pushed himself, buckling against his shoulder injury, he spotted the Gret'nal in much the same body posture except he was thrashing his head from side to side. At first it looked like he'd caught something and was throttling it but the reptilian began gagging. His forked, pinkish gray tongue lolled out the front of his agape mouth. Dark thick blood drizzled down through his sharp teeth and onto the ground.

Merco knew Boroxle had done something damaging but he was instantly distracted by the glint of his knife laying just beyond the humanoid.

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The snapping of trees and the thundering titanic bodies slamming to the ground was almost deafening to the Ansheetans and Rogashay whom were watching from the slope of Bent Peak. In a terrifying manner, the Gret'nal was clearly overpowering Merco; tossing him around like we weighed nothing. It was when the monstrous brute took Merco's entire shoulder in his vicious mouth and began shaking him that Anu felt genuinely afraid for the human's life. The gathered witnesses cried out in horror upon seeing their defender being torn up by those vicious teeth.