Eat Your Heart Out, Lucio Fulci

Ashke is crazy. Ashke somehow manages to beat some dogs away by swinging the legs of man he was holding right into their faces. He tries his hardest not to let the guy get bitten, at the very least. Felt the need to protect the pitiful bastard. he gets a fair distance from one and drops the pale man(not too gently, but not insanely rough) and picks up an almost machete-sized piece of glass to take care of oncoming mutts.

The glass cuts into his palm and sluggish, blackish blood smears the dirty surface.

"Better pick SOMETHING up, fuck, these shitheads are RAVENOUS."

Jez cried out as the man carrying him began swinging Jez's [/i]legs[/i] at the dogs in order to beat them off. Jez was panicking quite heartily, practically hyperventilating against the man's back as he felt teeth and claws tearing at his legs and pants, somehow miraculously straying enough from the skin not to bring any blood out. Internally he frantically wished this would be over, that the man would put him down, or that he would suddenly wake up and realize this was all a nightmare. When he was somewhat roughly thrown back onto the ground, the pain from the impact and the newly renewed aching in his bones and muscles suggested that wherever he was it was very real.

Jez lay splayed out on the ground panting until the man yelled at him to pick up something to defend himself with. Jez squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself into a sitting position. He looked frantically about him at the various debris strewn on the grass around him. His hands went for the first thing that looked remotely sharp that wouldn't cut up his hands. He ended up with a long piece of metal that looked like it had once been a pipe, but now one end was twisted and broken into a sharp looking point, the metal equivalent of a pointy stick. Jez clutched this to his chest. He was noticing breathing was becoming more difficult as he continued to panic, but also was quite unable to calm down. He began coughing lightly again as he managed to struggle to his feet quickly, brandishing the pipe awkwardly but limping backwards, obviously not really on board with the plan to fight the beasts.

"Bloody-!" was all he managed to get out before fear stopped his tongue. Standing up however, he could see the huge piece of glass that Ashke was holding and the odd black blackish blood from his hand. "Wha? Who?!" he began before his attention was ripped away once again by the certain death coming right for them.

Ashke's tongue lolled out of his mouth, split down the middle and pierced. He was a bad parody of the dogs, this way, bleary eyes crazed and laughter dribbling out of his mouth like some kind of unstable frothing.

The first mutt to come close enough got the glass machete down its throat. The throat on its chest. The blade jarred against Ashke's hand and cut deeper as he braced himself against the impact and slid backwards in the grit. The top mouth was still yowling and snapping and snarling and drooling out bloody foam, and it's stupid little legs were still running for at least a minute(five minutes? forever?) until it finally slowed down. The next dog tripped over the first and scudded to a halt on its face in front of Jez, colliding with a pile of rusted pipes and crumbling concrete debris, managing to get its malformed head stuck.

Ashke wrenched the glass machete out of his kill and swing it at the next creature, shattering it uselessly on the fangs. Tusks. Whatever the fuck they were, they broke his weapon and forced him to stumble back and grab a length of pipe to beat the dog with. Mercilessly. His hands were awful slick with blood though. This was going to be quite a challenge!

Jez scrambled back screaming as the dog came careening toward him, only to find that he did not meet toothy death when the dog got it's head lodged in the rubble and pipes before him. For a moment he felt relief sweep over him, but it was short lasted as a third dog flung itself at Ashke, mouth wide. The glass sword was broken against it, and instead the man reached for a pipe to beat the beast off.

Jez barely thought as the adrenaline and pure animalistic fear and instinct raging within him carried him into a standing position, jagged length of metal raised high. He swung at the dog, but missed the snarling mass of fur and teeth by a mile, stumbling forward weakly as he caught himself. It took him a long time (at least in the heat of battle it seemed like a long time) to recover from his momentum and raise the long piece of sharp metal again. This time when he swung, the edge met the dog's flesh, drawing a long broad line of blood along the dog's shoulder. At this the toothdog snarled and turned its attention from Ashke to Jez, it's red eyes glittering. It pounced, both mouths open wide and slobbering blood and drool. Jez cried out as the dog descended upon him, attempting to raise his makeshift weapon in front of him. There was a blur of movement and the pair hit the ground with a resounding "SMACK!"

Jez felt something warm flowing over his hands through the haze of pain and dizziness brought on from smacking his head against the ground. Slowly he opened his eyes, only to come face to face with an open cavern of teeth and a long tongue dangling inches from his face.

"AH-AH-AHHHHHHHHHH!! GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GETITOFFGETITOFF!!!!" Jez screamed, the rest of the dogs body crushing his body under it. The head of the beast was being held back from falling atop Jez's head by the long strip of metal that had jammed itself through its neck where the beast had moved to swallow it with its second mouth right before the fall had made the other end slam into the ground along with Jez, propelling the sharp end through the beast. Jez's hands still clutched the shaft, halfway into the beasts second mouth and blood flowing thickly over them. Jez had stopped screaming, but only because he was having difficulty breathing, choking and coughing, blood spurting from his mouth as he tried to expel it from his longs. A new trickle of blood had started from his nose and ears, and his eyes were beginning to well up with some as well.

The pipe slipped out of Ashke's hand and slammed the beast right in the eye, which gave the strange man time enough to jump on it and bite its ear.

Oddly enough, that did the trick and it wrestled itself from under him and pulled away.

Ashke's teeth were clamped tight enough to tear skin.

He spat out the shred of skin as the dog ran yelping and yert-ing out of the building with one eye blind, its companions dead and what could pass as its pride wounded.

Ashke laughed, coming down on the other dog and hauling it up off of Jes and stomping on its ribcage until he heard a cracking noise. He failed to realize it was already dead.

"HAAAAH, whoo, we got them, huh little guy?" And then he saw the blood and the coughing and the sputtering and his mind went a thousand places. "Did that thing fucking get you...?" He asks dumbly. Not worried or concerned but something similar.

Jez rolled out and away from the dogs cooling body, gasping and trying to ease his breathing as he coughed and sputtered. He trembled and shook his head weakly at Ashke's question. He really ought to be getting to his feet, but Jez felt like he would rather sit here and curl up in a ball and disappear if that was an option.

"I-I'm covered in blood," Jez choked out, and then looked up at the dog corpses littering the ground wounds laying open to the world, "I'm going to be sick..." Then he rolled over and was indeed sick, heaving a few times before a small trickle of puke mixed with blood expelled itself from his mouth. Jez shakily tried to push himself off, a slow drip of blood falling from his eye. "We have to get out of here," he muttered weakly and looked up at Ashke. He swayed a bit, feeling woozy from a combination of not enough blood in his body and too much around him...

After a moment of playing in the blood of the fallen dogs--blood makes a mask across his face now, a stripe running across his nose and under each eye--Ashke is already on it. He picks up Jez, disregarding the puke entirely--though in his mind he wants to poke at it, find what made it up, laugh)-- and making a dash for the closest stairs in the building. At one point it was probably a fancy hotel with a fancy restaurant... but now it is ruins, shattered glass here and there but mostly preserved and empty with the whispers of a thousand sleeping ghosts mimicked by the wind.

"If they come up the stairs I'll fucking END them." he assures the rail of a man bouncing on his shoulder, nonchalantly, almost. He punctuates with a barking laugh.