Thread: The Ruin of Mankind

Red's bold move paid off his massive arms curled around the lithe frame of the female after busting through the paper thin walls of the wooden house to her back. The two were immediately forced into a scramble, and the muscular brute had her back to the floor while his weight pinned her down much like a wrestler would. Red's v-cut and diamond crafted hip muscles planted themselves right upon her own in order to negate her any leverage. A moment later, and he'd find himself mounted atop of her, with his tree-trunk legs straddling her smaller waist. Red's shadow engulfed the female within it, and now it was his word. She was welcomed to the sound of his erratic breathing amid the struggle. There was no doubt that Red was quick to use his left hand to grab at the center of the shortened weapon in order to divert its aim away from his own torso. With his large and calloused hand curled about her shotgun, Red would slam it across the ground in an attempt to dislodge it from her grip. Grr! You stupid bitch ! The frustrated leader would snarl down at her with his gruff pitch it was becoming increasingly obvious that Red despised those whom resisted his control. Bloodridge had long been abandoned, but a homeless gang roamed through it and called it home for weeks until Red found out. Considering the town was so close to his own encampment, Red ordered the slaughter of the rival crew, which is the reasoning behind the mass grave just a foot away from the wrestling duo. His slate blue eyes narrowed with the lowering of his sweaty brows. Red curled his massive right arm over his shoulder once the shotgun was held out of the proper trajectory to hit him using his other hand. With the lunge of his voluminous upper body downward, the brutal man send his fist firing toward her jawline in his fit of blinding rage. However, he only felt a partial jolt of pain surge through his pronounced knuckles instead of a full impact. The follow-through of the blow would smash into the sandy earth beneath her, which also kicked up the dead grass under that blanket layer. Withdrawing his hand for another punch, it would curl over his shoulder again before launching forwards. Red found out the hard way that she had a blade that now protruded from her palm. It would slice into his right forearm on it's way down in a fair cut, but it wasn't enough to warrant panic. Blood would begin to dot the woman's face as his fist hit the floor besides her head without touching her on the second time. Her attack threw his own off-course, which cleared her of additional damage for that second. I almost doubt your fucking worth! He'd bark down to her as he noticed the trail of crimson beading along his massive forearm. Red pulled his hand back and threw her shotgun across the grass now that her focus was off of it. It clattered across the floor and accidentally fell into the pit of the mass grave. No matter, Red would continue his assault. With both hands free, he'd grab the wrist of her hand which wielded the blade from her sleeve. Red would attempt to quell the desperate flailing in order to not get cut again, while using the other arm to assault her as he had before. His fist balled up, and instead of going for her face, he'd reach outwards from his side before slamming those knuckles right into her lung area... he'd try to repeatedly jam that balled up fist of his into her side in order to knock the fight out of her while the other wrestled with her bladed arm, in an attempt to not fuck this up. She could see the intensity in his own eyes as he shouted, Give up! The last free bitch in California... you're all fucking mine ! His fist trying it's best to keep crashing into her.