Just a little hunting...

Oxx was slowly getting closer and Rudy was keenly aware of it and concerned.  Rudy would never want to label himself a coward but his odds with Oxx right now were worse than his odds against the bear had been.  Art couldn’t beat this guy and Rudy couldn’t beat Art even when it his prime, at least not unless he got lucky.  Well, luck better be riding his shoulder tonight.

Rudy felt his lips twitching as the brute neared.  It was Oxx, even if not in tone, even if not in how he walked the word choices were more than enough.  The demon was baiting Rudy, wanting to get anger or fear or some form of reaction he assumed. “I like the night.”  The words put out plainly, “I’m curious Oxx,” might as well throw the name out, “Before you try and have sport at me, why don’t you tell me why you get such fun out of it.” Think.  Think!  What could he say to stop this fight until it was a place of his choosing, of their choosing?  

“Tell me,” The boy's voice dropped lower to a fierce whisper, “Tell me what goes on in your sick mind that finds pleasure in causing pain and fear.  I have a hard time seeing something as sick as you really being mom’s kid.” Rudy still wasn’t snarling, it would be an invitation for a fight, his ears weren’t back, no warning signs but every muscle inside of him was tensed ready to spring.  His heart was loud in his chest, it wanted him to act now.  

Standing here, waiting, it felt so wrong.  If, more like when, Oxx attacked Rudy would have to try and make his attacks count.  One attack, that was probably the best he would get.  The eye would be his first target, the muzzle or ear or whatever he could reach the next best thing.  When you can’t win you go for what will cause the most pain.  

Rudyard Carpathius