He looks down at you and smiles, then foward again. Meanwhile you manage to get your left hand free. You pass a passage that has a few broken iron bars on it, probally wrenched from a crash of some weighty object, you rearch out with your free hand and grab a lose metal bar from the ground, bigger than human. You swing up, and land a massive blow on the raptors lower jaw, The raptor squeals and drops you as you take another swing, hitting him across the head, then a third overhand chop to the torso brininging the paper tiger of a raptor down. Four more hard hits on his skull, and he is bleeding.. and motionless. You are panting yourself, feeling giddy on victory, they aren't so tough, just get them when there not looking. You look at your bloody weapon. You showed them the fury of humanaity. HA. you give the body a few more strikes for good measure before you set off... you are lost, but your affraid of nothing you saw so far..
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