Karsan pinched his nose, and sighed deeply, shakily. "..Great. We have a blind cat, the dead guy's lost his temper, and we're all mince-meat to-be for a bunch of.." A scrape, rasp and harshly carried throughout the room, cut him off. His heart skipped a beat and he shakily drew his axe at the chorus of shrieks that followed. "..no. No, no, no, no.."
Karsan whirled around and shifted like a cornered animal, unable and unsure of how he might be horrifically devoured, or from where. He was so preoccupied with the swarming mob, he hardly noticed the drooling, bony mass of claws and teeth that scaled the defensive circle and collide with his chest. Had it not been for a legionnaire's stray blade that clipped the thing mid-air, the impact might've killed him. A mercy, he'd recall later on.
In a ravenous fluster to right itself, the beast pulled scars along his chest and across his cheek before he could shove it off. Within moments, he scrambled to his feet and found the beast in clear view, just as it drew another charge and took a swipe that left his ribs bloody, and landed on all fours-- barely noticing the axe that Karsan had left in it's skull. Embracing the temporary triumph through his blistering pains, Karsan glanced back at the dead beast, and froze with cold realization. It hunched at the shoulders and stalked closer, sensing the crippled man's vulnerability.
"No.. No! S-stop and.." He faltered back, watching his killer close in. He stood his ground. "Stop and realize you're dead, you greasy little c**t!"
It jumped again. And this time, so did Karsan. They clashed and went to the floor, Karsan screaming, putting all his weight on the beast's head even as it scratched at his sides, until finally he felt its skull give and splatter a dark gore. Karsan warily came to his feet and unsteadily wielded the axe against the many deformed, nightmarish faces that surrounded them, terrified he'd recognize one of them.