Seeing the mole closing in on me, in the dim light, my brain suddenly went blank. After that state passed it was already too late to dodge the attack of the mole. Throwing my body to the side and putting my arms in front of my body to avoid as much damage as possible, I still feel the moles 5 nails tearing away some flesh of my right arm.
The mole did not leave me any time to breathe and launches itself again. This time having learned my lesson I try to push myself into his direction and then use my already injured arm as cover. while trying to launch an attack with my left hand. My right arm was forced back by the impact. Feeling my fist connecting, I use my right arm to gain some distance by pulling myself back.
The mole does not even look fazed in any kind of way. My first seem to not deal any damage, maybe if my force is not enough I will have to use the mole's strength to my advantage. Looking at my right arm, I see a bloody mess that was once a normal looking arm. Luckily it is just the surface but at most I can only risk one more slash before it tears apart my muscles. Forcing myself to ignore the burning sensation of my right arm. I crawl towards the nearest wall, the mole did not wait for me and starts his next attack. After using my right arm as a cover again, I grab the mole, which was as big as myself and use the force of his attack to guide him head first into the next wall.
The mole looked a bit shaken but there was no blood or any sign of injury on the mole. I can't kill that thing, my right arm is now dangling beside me and there is no possible way to kill that monster in front of me. Wanting to take advantage out of the state the mole currently is in. I begin to crawl away as fast as possible from that creature. There was no looking back, just the anxiety about this encounter and the only possible outcome that was death. It did not take long until the mole would catch up with me. But not even 4 seconds later I can feel something sinking in my left calves. The pain shot into my brain and I turn around with the help of my left arm.
There was the mole, having its teeth deeply sunk into the flesh. Its claws were currently trying to push the teeth out of my flash. Why can't just let me be, what did I do wrong here?
In a fit of rage, I use my only functional arm, to pull my left leg towards me, pressing the mole, which teeth were still stuck in it, onto me. I positioned myself so I can use my left leg to slowly suffocate this piece of shit. Using every ounce of strength that my little body has to offer, I keep on pulling on my already broken leg, at first the muscles and tendons resisted but because I could not care any less about future repercussions, they ended up broken and torn apart as well. The mole was still trying to push itself out of its entrapment, but it had sunk its teeth too deep into my left calves.
My brain was overstimulated under the influence of the nerves onslaught of signals, still, I did not care. If it continued like that, I would bleed out sooner or later, but I did not care. Even if I would survive the loss of blood, my wounds would most likely infect and I would die due to a sepsis, but I did not care. I do not care about everything at the moment, only that this creature has to die, of that I will take care.
Time passed slowly, but the mole was slowly getting weaker and weaker. I still did not let go, I want to feel its last breath leaving its body. Leaving just an empty hollow corpse devoid of any life.
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After a long straining fight, the sound of a broken windpipe marks the end of a fight. A cruel grin appears on the face of the baby. The battlefield was soaked with the blood of the baby but it did not seem to mind. The baby moves to the closest wall made of stone, and sits up against it, with the mole still being stuck to his calves. A long sigh escaped his lips afterward he just chuckled for close to a minute before slowly closing his eyes, for it looked like to be the very last time for him to do so.
Knocking on death's door, the eggs of the bugs that were growing inside of him were born and moving inside of his body. They were approaching and mending wounds, closing them.
But this process would take a long time and the baby would not see the light of the day any time soon.