Baulder,
Catacombs
Baulder bared his teeth into what could only be described as a sadistic smile. "Ah there is more John Cena, these ones have more meat. Oh I do wish there was more flair to them though, they taste rather similar." John then gave what he could only assume was a "good" in the form of a gurgle in response to him. He needed to work on his language, he needed to be able to talk to himself. He looked at John once more who was missing just a few chunks out of his torso but he seemed like he could still fight well enough. Checking himself he found mostly not deep cuts. However, it was hard to tell which blood was actually his as the ridge hounds had bled on him quite a bit.
Baulder turned into the larger group of ridge hounds and yelled at them as they began running at their group. Some of the hounds bumped into each other in an attempt to get to their perceived meal and began fighting each other. This caused a few of the other ones to trip into the fighting ones and cause a bigger pit of in fighting. This didn't stop the bulk of the stampede though. The leading line of hounds were like the ones they had been killing earlier, the bigger ones were behind them. So when the first couple of ridge hounds came up onto Baulder he lowered his kukhri down low as he hunched over himself. He gripped the blade tightly in his right hand and prepared to grab one in his left. Which quickly happened.
He basically punched the first ridge hound with his right hand and caught the back leg of the hound with his blades edge, sending it sliding behind him. Ignoring how much his hand hurt from that Baulder grabbed the next hound by the throat and brought it up to towards himself. As it struggled in his hand he put his right hand around the neck of the ridge hound with the blade in between his hand and the animal. He raised the hound over his head while it still clawed at his hands and brought it down against the ground in front of him. He heard the hounds back break and before he could raise it again another hound closed on him. So he used the hound as a makeshift weapon and used it to pummel aside the new hound, which sent it flying to the wall to his right towards what looked like an semi-opened casket. He felt the hounds neck totally distend after this though and become completely flacid. He dropped the dead hound and was immediately jumped on by another hound, this one bigger than the ones he had just dealt with. While it didn't knock him over it was quite heavy. Not wanting to repeat last time Baulder managed to get his left arm over the back of the ridge hound's neck and as it dug it's claws deep into him carving into his chest he flipped his blade to back hand and began stabbing downwards into the side of the hound. He put the blade deep multiple times as the curved blade did double the damage as he pulled it back out. The hound quickly went from it's eager fighting state into a very docile none moving one.
Baulder could still feel the claws dug into his chest plate and decided to hold onto the dead hound for a minute before he would pull them out. Holding the body under his left arm he moved his blade back to a forward facing position and again slashed down at an angle into a ridge hound that was trying to flank him. It cut a deep gash in the hound's side and it struggled to articulate as it's intestines spilled out onto the floor. Baulder managed to catch a quick glimpse at John surrounded by 5 hound corpses and being eaten by two more. He could see him still clutching the dagger tight as his last reflex. Baulder released John from Tienn with what concentration he could muster. The two hounds immediately went to eating their dead comrades. Baulder brought down his blade down on one of the hounds next to a dagger and he managed to cut deep downward through it's spine. The other hound continued eating and ignored Baulder luckily, so he crouched down still weapon ready and picked up the blade and it's sheath from the ground. He shoved the blade in between his hip and his own blades strap and turned towards the still coming mass of hounds who had given up trying to eat each other. He pressed his chest tightly for a second and tried to put pressure on his still bleeding chest wounds. Why didn't we think killing would be tiring? Baulder thought to himself as he realized how sore every muscle in his body was.
"Come on now! Kill your share everyone!" Baulder said before he coughed up some blood that he again not tell who it belonged to. He licked his lips and brought back his crazed smile and began laughing at what could very well be his own death.
