Originally posted by Chaosbark
Feeling her cold hand grip the one holding his Ingram his arm was wrenched slightly as he watched the other hand go for his sore ribs. He wouldn't drop his weapons, Pulling his arm back that held the desert eagle he would allow the silver steak to shoot through as it scraped against his wrist. The metallic point was directed straight for the open shoulder wound. The hand towards his rib would connect as he gritted his teeth. The pain that shot through almost was enough to make him see stars.
Cobain fell back, as the stake sliced her shoulder almost in half. She could feel the silver burning her flesh. Her green hues became clear, as anger rushed through her dead veins. She looked at Belmont, and quickly leaped up. He was getting smarter. She grabbed for Belmont's arm, and swung him hard into the dumpster. Her arm bursting in pain.