You're Going Down

"You thought it'd be brilliant to mess with Taylor?" Mel spoke with rage, his anger showed in his eyes. His pupils were so dialated, you couldn't see them.
"Why does it matter to you who I toy with?" Jeff said, not threatened by the fox.
"Oh it definitely matters. She's my friend.. Nobody messes with my friends!" he shouted as he charged toward the white cat, baring his claws. Jeff withdrew his knife and proceeded to hold it infront of him. Mel was too quick. In a blink he had knocked the knife out of his paw and across the floor. He grabbed him by his greasy black hair and drew back his other hand, ready to slice through flesh. Jeff trembled as his life flashed before his eyes and he was about to know what it was like to be the one being murdered. They stood face to face, breathing heavy.
Mel swiped his claws and slashed the neck of his opponent.

The frail cat's last piece of the world was the sight of blood and the fox's breath wich reaked of raw fish.

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