Fight

"Okay." you say.

"Good, I knew you were a bitch right when I saw you." he whispers deep into your ear. As soon as his jaw touches your shoulder you wrench yourself from his grip and set your feet. Planting them into the earth and torquing your torso as you piston your fist into his ribs. A perfect punch. You know because it hurt like a motherfucker. You wince at the considerable amount of pain in your right hand, the Knotter suffered much worse though, keeling over and revealing a glint on his belt, but not dropping his guard. He growls and his face becomes a visage of fury, a sleek claw rips through the air in front of you, slicing through your ragged shirt and skin. Four claw marks burn themselves into your torso, gritting your teeth you swoop your left arm under his overextended swing, locking him into place with you. You press up close and fumble at the glint that caught your eye as you punched him, you manage to steal away the knife and begin stabbing him with reckless abandon, his left arm still locked into your. The Knotter's eyes go wide as the steel slides into his stomach, once, twice, three times, until you lose yourself in the manic frenzy of battle and let the adrenaline take over, you rock the knife over and over again. Drawing blood and entrails as you do. Blood colors your vision and you feel his body slip out of your grasp, bloody and lifeless.

You fall to your knees for an indeterminable amount of time, you shut your eyes tight, clearing away the screams, pain, and horror. You look up to see a group of three humans fighting off two Knotters. It's a deadlock, with neither side giving way, the humans have the numbers advantage, but the knives on the Knotter's side are giving the enough killing power to pressure. Whichever side you choose will most likely conquer their foes.