Salone
Problem to the Solution
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And then Lev let go.
The chatter of lead ceased, and the wave of flesh in front of him surged forward. Lev held his arms up, grinning in a maniacal manner as the hordes of undead pressed on to him.
He was knocked to the ground, once again set upon by another frenzied creature. But this time would be different. As the thing fell on top of him he reached out to sink his finders deep in to its eye sockets. He pierced what had once been eyes, dug in deep, gripped his fingers in against the bone. And with a great heave, he ripped the skull from the body.
A sickening series of wet popping noises followed as ligaments and spinal tissue were ripped loose from their anchors. Muscle and bone tore free and protruded uselessly from the stump that had once been a neck. But no matter now. With a kick Lev dislodged the thing from him and raised himself, fighting hand to hand with the rest of the large group now. But he was different now. Stronger, violent, even more crazed. He ignored the bites and the tearings now, the attempts to rip away his flesh from his bones. For now, he was doing the same.
With a guttural roar he tore in to a rib cage, literally burrowing through it with his arms before it split apart in a shower of gore. With a pair of broken ribs he whirled in circles, stabbing and gashing at everything around him. Hands found limbs, limbs easily ripped from their sockets. Teeth sunk in to rotted throats that were quickly ripped out, or even devoured while still attached to their bodies. From somewhere the crazed man had found his knife, and really set about going to work. Claws found him, dug in to him, and were promptly crushed. Skulls were crushed or caved in by the force of his blunt assaults with various body parts. He bathed in the chunks of flesh and gore surrounding him. He tired not. He pained not. His blood ran freely, mixed with that around him and was consumed again as he fed and fought. Madness had taken him. Hunger guided him. He was beyond control.
Crack!
A Dybbuk had been lucky enough to be faster than him, and teeth sank down on to his fingers. It gnawed at him, trying to chomp and chew them apart. It only had the moment. Fingers curling downward, Lev gave a great heave to rip the jaw from the skull. With a hollow "pop" it came loose, trailing several muscles before they as well popped free. Lev raised the jaw high, then brought it back down atop the creature's head. He beat at it severely, smashing the head and squishing the brain like a ripened cantaloupe. And in the shower of brain matter that it created, he bathed in triumph. He swam in a sea of flesh. And where others would drown, he would now consume all.
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Posted 11-12-2013, 09:44 AM
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