[The butt of his weapon jabs into the chest of one of the creatures, knocking it back into the wall. In the same thrusting move, his arm pumps forward to catch another in the chest with the points. It's like fighting in the arena, he tells himself.
Except, usually when he stabs something where the heart should be, they tend to die, now thrash around like a fish on a hook.
There's no time to focus on that now, though. Now is the time for survival, something that's been pumped into him since he was a kid. The fighting is natural for him as he fights alongside of Jack.]
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Except, usually when he stabs something where the heart should be, they tend to die, now thrash around like a fish on a hook.
There's no time to focus on that now, though. Now is the time for survival, something that's been pumped into him since he was a kid. The fighting is natural for him as he fights alongside of Jack.]