Arget had already dropped the hilt by the instant the gun smacked off his shoulder, bruising him, but he paid no heed.  Instead, from behind his belt came the rather large wrench he had dismantled the last room with moments ago.  He just caught the one blow, driving a nick into the wrench, and prepared no counterattack.  He really had no experience with such things as swords.  Just as bad, he had no opening to pick up that gun let alone load it.<br/>Another strike came.  At this point he was starting to panic, because all he could do with the unwieldy wrench were hasty parries and jumping backward - straight into a wall.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Raice screamed.  His face was on fire - the blood pounding to it from animalistic rage.  Hanging from the hulk's back right flank where he'd attempted to slice open the spine, the wolf's muzzle he heard, bone cracking before his ear.  Even as his lungs empties themselves, he planted his fangs into the right jugular, pressing down with all the strength his hybrid jaws could afford.  And then he threw his head back to tear it wide.<br/>"I HATE YOU!" He spat red in the dark, digging in again, wanting to conquer with every taste.