Into the Fray

Freya screamed in anger, and charged the beast, unafraid. Diving forward she slipped under his swinging arm, just as her mate slammed both heels into its calf, sending it toppling over. The ground shook as they both sprung to there feet, the beast landing on its back.

Again the creature was fast, rolling up onto its hands and knees, and glaring with malice at the hot blonde woman. Charging forward, she watched it cock its arm to knock her down, only to have her mate slam both knees into its back.

Its hesitation let her leap forward tagging both boots into its face. Like her mate, her strength was increased, and it fell backward, her mate, spring back to land on his feet.

Her mate hoped up and came down, angling his knee for its nose. Suddenly its hand wiped up, and the back of its fist slammed into his chest sending him flying back down the hall.

Screaming in rage, Freya leaped forward mimicking her mate, as she aimed both knees for its face. With uncanny accuracy, the same fist shot forward and hammered into her knees, knocking her backwards. Spiraling in the air, she managed to land on her feet, but the pain was shooting up her legs. This beast hit harder then she could fathom.

As the beast rose to its feet, its face blood, its nose off center, her mate was barely standing. She had to do something, or they were going to die. Charging forward, she boldly ran straight for him.

Seeing the evasion for what he thought it was, the boomer, swung his fist low to catch her diving body. Freya didn’t dive though, she jumped up and slammed her knee into his jaw, rocking him backward again. As she made contact, her made shoulder blocked the monster spinning him clock wise.

Freya spun with the zombie, her hands grabbing his head, she threw her self out flat, and rammed its head into the floor, cracking the concrete. Knowing better then to relent, she hoped to her knees, and brought her fists down but it rolled to the side, and she hit the concrete instead.

Its fist slammed into her chest, and sent her hurtling backward, this time all she could do, was roll with it, tumbling across the floor, coming to a halt several feet from her opponent.

Her mate came bounding up behind the larger man, leaping up intent to drive his knee down on his skull. Again the boomer rolled out of the way. As her mate landed, it shot its fist out, but it was slowed by its wounds. Grabbing its wrist, the incubus lifted up over the attacking appendage, and slammed his foot into its jaw. Their was a sickening crack, as its neck snapped.

The boomer bulged obscenely and exploded spraying her mate and the walls with green goop. A roar came from behind her, and she knew instinctively the horde was coming. She also knew they weren’t smart enough, to recognize that her mate was a zombie. The slime meant prey, and he couldn’t fight them off. Neither could she.