Patrick Enenra [3]

He thought back. He couldn't understand why his wife wanted to name him Grim. Patrick thought the name sounded a bit depressing for a cat, but now he was glad his cat was called it.

Grim had a toothy grin as it stared at Patrick with its non-existent eyes. The mouth, replacing its eyes, would open and close. It tongue would also flicker out of its maw.

The hooks you would see on an average cat's tongue were more prominent in Grim's. Patrick could still see what seemed to be flesh still hanging onto its tongue.

Patrick's eyes furrowed - repulsed by this seen. He took a single step before glimpsing Grim, pouncing towards him speedily without warning. He ducked slice over his previous infliction.

Grim tumbled and rolled; it writhed on the floor while mewing in a low and deep tone. The slashes on its abdomen crossed over each other to create an X.

Patrick stared sullenly at this scene. He looked closely at the wound he had inflicted and saw veins that were coloured black inside the flesh underneath Grim's skin/fur.

He got into a stance. He held his cane in front of him and prepared himself for what was next to come. Grim groggily got up to his feet before shaking himself like a dog that got wet.

Patrick could hear an unbearable screeching noise coming from Grim. It seemed that the cat was grinding its long, sharp teeth. Patrick, a little calmer now, noticed something from their previous clashes.

'The hairs...' He noticed the hairs stood up just before it pounced. 'The ears...' Grim's ears would also twitch whenever he made a move.

'To compensate for his lack of sight, did he mutate to become more sensitive to sound/vibrations?'

He wanted to test his theory, so he quietly rummaged through his pockets. Everyone so often, Grim's ears would twitch and face him. Sweat down his face; he tried to increase the intervals between breaths, fearing Grim might hear him.

His fingers made contact with a flat circular object. He quietly pulled it out - it was a coin. He loaded it onto his thumb before flicking it. The coin flew and hit Grim on his forehead before rebounding off and clattering on the ground.

FWOOP

Grim swiped his claws down on the coin with a sudden burst, breaking the wooden flooring. In this short span of time, Grim's hair and eyes stood up before striking.

'I see...' He then began looking around for objects to use before planning his following attack. After scanning around, he has concluded that aiming for the cat's ear may be the first step in "putting it down."

He quietly stepped towards a nightstand. It was a small wooden table beside the couch with a small lamp.

Creak

A brief creak resounded from the floorboard. Grim quickly turned his head towards his general direction. He slowly moved his paws and wandered over to him. His nose twitched as he closed in.

In a short span of time, Patrick quickly moved his hand to grab onto the body of the lamp before chucking it over Grim. The ruffling from his clothes caused the cat to pause before hearing a loud thump on the ground behind it.

It twisted around and pounced towards the object. Subsequently after, Patrick pulled out his wallet and opened the pocket containing several amounts of coins.

With a quick burst of strength from his legs, he dashed forward towards the cat before holding a fist full of coins in his free hand. The cat's ears twitched.

Patrick nimbly picked out one coin before flicking it towards a wall. The cat heard it thump onto the wall and clawed towards it. After nearing the cat, Patrick swung his cane sword towards the cat's left ear.

His blade cleaved through the flesh of its ear before causing it to fly off. Feeling a part of it has been severed, it changes the course of its swing towards its attacker.

Patrick saw this and tried to step back to avoid it. The tip of the claws reached his torso and carved right through his skin.

Patrick's eyes widened before bringing his forearm to his mouth to bite on. He stumbled back and began to breathe heavily. The shirt he wore to work was now stained and ruined.

The pain was just about bearable enough to where he was able to release his arm from his jaws. Three diagonal red lines decorated his torso and leaked out a red substance.

His breathing was ragged. However, the cat caught this sound of breathing. Grim pounced towards him and swung his claws downwards. His claws embedded themselves into the floorboards just a meter in front of him.

'H-Heh... I guess that really did impact your hearing.' Its missing ear has impacted its hearing to the extent that it can miss even after hearing its target's movements.

He displayed a huge grin before raising his sword and bringing it down.

FWOOP

The sound of air cutting caused its hair to stand. Patrick caught this and tried to bring down his sword faster.

CLANG!

The sword met the mouth residing in one of its two eye sockets. The teeth gritted down on the blade. The blade shook vigorously under the pressure before denting.

MeEoOw

A low, deep meow ominously came out of Grin's main mouth before jumping up and pulling him along. Patrick held tightly onto his sword's handle and was pulled in.

Grim, feeling he has caught his attacker, let go of the blade before dashing towards Patrick. Grim's head met Patrick's torso before using one of his "eyes" to rip off a chunk of his shoulder.

Patrick gritted his teeth to prevent himself from roaring out from pain before being launched back from Grim's ram. He flew back and crashed against his wall.

He laid against the wall with his eyes dangerously close to closing. 'T-The pain...' He then heard the sounds of wood break and shattering. He did his best to see what was happening and saw Grim swinging at the ground in rapid succession.

He raised the hand that was holding the coins and found that he had dropped all of them when he was launched away. He raised that hand to his chest to try and minimize the blood loss.

Something warm and wet also seemed to drip down onto the side of his face. He flicked his lips at him to taste it and found it to taste like iron. It appeared that the impact of hitting his head was enough to cause him to bleed from there.

His long, messy hair that was once tied neatly into a ponytail was now hung over his face like a veil.

"A-Am, I going to die....?" A deep and slow chuckle rang out from his mouth.