The dark world that developed him, the only light that made its way into his world was from a grimy window set high into the wall. It was bearly enuf for even his wolf eyes to use. Then there was the bright blinding lights of the fighters ring, were by the end of the evening the whole ring glowed red. These were now his two worlds the light and dark, both as evil and sinister as the other.
The only sounds to reach him in this world of darkness was the drip, drip, drip of his water bowl as it constantly filed. And on the rare moment a distant howl, or scream from the air vent, those moment were a small relif to him, though they ment pain and misery, to him it ment that there was life some were out there, out of the darkness or this small world, and the brutal death that was the world of light.
Some times he kidded himself enough to blev that they were howls from his friends in his old cell, but there was no way of truly telling.
He had trained them, watch them fight there first fights, then he was thrown in here alone, only let out to do the only thing he was good at. He had lost a grip on time, he had no idea how long he had been in this darkness, not even jack came to see him, he guess the rat was being made to stay away. No one eals came, he saw his food, his crate and the ring that was it.
His gray eyes that had begun to show life again, when he was with shade, cardinal, scat and George. Now they were dead, to look into the large black wolfs eyes was to look into the eyes of a corps, his soul was dead his body had yet to catch. He had stopped wondering what had happened to them, it hurt to much, not to no, he would have loved to just give up and let his body follow his soul, but it wasn’t in Triple Eights nacher to die, so he survived that was all he knew how to do so that what he did.
All he did will in the darkness was to pitcher, a snowy mountain he wanted to live on, that was all.
His furr had followed his soul, it was matted and filthy, he didn’t wash him self, he didn’t have fleas or any thing like that, thanks to his food. But blood of his kills lay crusted into his body.
He was still a killing machine his body was still in a peak state, he was a money maker that was it, a whore of the ring, it was all he was good for, and now after all that had happened in this world of darkness and light, he bleved it, this was were he was going to live the rest of his life, and die, then he would go to hell for all the lives he had taken, and he then could rest, as hell could be nothing to this.
Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip.
Triple Eight lay there in the darkness waiting for the light and his own freedom that would come when his body catch up with his soul.
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How long had it been? Months? Years? The time that seemed to have passed all blurred into a pit of emptiness for a soul perhaps just as battered as a long forgotten friend. The clacking of chains grinding against the cold floor dragged along as not a single swish from a matted tail as a dark chocolate mess walked in rhythm to those beside him. The good years seemed to suddenly fade away for this old warrior, and the cold assassin seemed to curl its way back into the tired being.
From the vents above the sounds of screams, the sounds of howling seemed to drift away as key information began to make its way like a cool whisper.
"Transfer eh?" a few men spoke, some cackling and others seemed excited.
"Heard they're the best over in their circle. Cripes, finally right? Something to finally give the crowd a show." another responded as he guzzled his pint of beer.
"What do they call this beastie then?" the following asked. The murmurs of the rumor continued to spread, like an old wound; an infection.
Ears twitched from the tattered soul, his eyes scanning his surroundings. These familiar walls, these disgusting scents, the smell of death and the smell of disease all too strong. His body twitched, he had to hold back pulling his lips and gnarling his teeth. Was it even worth it anymore? A life he escaped, a second chance he'd been given- and now this. He only had himself to blame. Oh well, at least these new flesh and bones could be taught a few things. Take it from an old pro, eh?
"Hurry up and spill the beans! If this guy's worth just as much as our "King" here, we might as well make a live spectacle." the conversation continued.
"They call him the Devil 'imself." the man said. "How we gott'em is by fluke I'd say. Right moment, maybe." he snickered. "Cornered the brute and his little mongrels. They're back over to the West probably getting broken in." he explained. "His name is Triple Six."
Different directions the conversations spread, and mixed somewhere in between was the sounds of a creaking cell block opening- smoke ascending as if letting out a tired moan before it closed with a loud shut, and a pair of golden eyes stared from the inside, beady and itching to feast.
How long had it been? Months? Years? The time that seemed to have passed all blurred into a pit of emptiness for a soul perhaps just as battered as a long forgotten friend. The clacking of chains grinding against the cold floor dragged along as not a single swish from a matted tail as a dark chocolate mess walked in rhythm to those beside him. The good years seemed to suddenly fade away for this old warrior, and the cold assassin seemed to curl its way back into the tired being.
From the vents above the sounds of screams, the sounds of howling seemed to drift away as key information began to make its way like a cool whisper.
"Transfer eh?" a few men spoke, some cackling and others seemed excited.
"Heard they're the best over in their circle. Cripes, finally right? Something to finally give the crowd a show." another responded as he guzzled his pint of beer.
"What do they call this beastie then?" the following asked. The murmurs of the rumor continued to spread, like an old wound; an infection.
Ears twitched from the tattered soul, his eyes scanning his surroundings. These familiar walls, these disgusting scents, the smell of death and the smell of disease all too strong. His body twitched, he had to hold back pulling his lips and gnarling his teeth. Was it even worth it anymore? A life he escaped, a second chance he'd been given- and now this. He only had himself to blame. Oh well, at least these new flesh and bones could be taught a few things. Take it from an old pro, eh?
"Hurry up and spill the beans! If this guy's worth just as much as our "King" here, we might as well make a live spectacle." the conversation continued.
"They call him the Devil 'imself." the man said. "How we gott'em is by fluke I'd say. Right moment, maybe." he snickered. "Cornered the brute and his little mongrels. They're back over to the West probably getting broken in." he explained. "His name is Triple Six."
Different directions the conversations spread, and mixed somewhere in between was the sounds of a creaking cell block opening- smoke ascending as if letting out a tired moan before it closed with a loud shut, and a pair of golden eyes stared from the inside, beady and itching to feast.
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He had layed there for what felt like a age, he had been in the same place since the last days work out. fight, train and waiting for it to start again was his life and nothing else.
But today was different from any other day, voices foot steps something he didnt hear unless the was work to be done but it wasn't time for that, that he knew. he didn't move though as it didn't mater all that much why would it? they would walked past at that would be that.
he layed there like a forgotten corps, a undead best waiting for its next kill, his eyes shut turned away almost completely camouflaged into the darkness, the pitiful light in the center of the room barely enuf to show the walls.
The doors opened human words the loud screech of the cage doors, then silence. Triple Eight still didn't rise or move nor open his eyes he let his other senses reach to his surroundings, there was another in with him the first in what felt like years but who knew. company didn't matter he had lost the one he had cared for and didn't want to open to no one again.
.......
something snagged at his mind, it was odd nothing like this had happened since being here alone. recollection, a memory, a dream, no it was something more then that the new comers scent it was familiar. Eight opened his eyes his breath seeming to catch as something sparked in side his mind. it was a scent that use to be as welcome and ever present as the air in which you breath. but it was impossible that it was there in the room with him he turned his face to the new comer.
it was impossible that it was him, the dead grey eyes meet the golden, his mind must have finally cracked, the wolf that he called his brother the one he hadnt seen since that night they had gotten out and been slaughtered, after all this time all these years.
he got to his paws, his powerful form rising, the wolf in front of him was bigger then he was.
But today was different from any other day, voices foot steps something he didnt hear unless the was work to be done but it wasn't time for that, that he knew. he didn't move though as it didn't mater all that much why would it? they would walked past at that would be that.
he layed there like a forgotten corps, a undead best waiting for its next kill, his eyes shut turned away almost completely camouflaged into the darkness, the pitiful light in the center of the room barely enuf to show the walls.
The doors opened human words the loud screech of the cage doors, then silence. Triple Eight still didn't rise or move nor open his eyes he let his other senses reach to his surroundings, there was another in with him the first in what felt like years but who knew. company didn't matter he had lost the one he had cared for and didn't want to open to no one again.
.......
something snagged at his mind, it was odd nothing like this had happened since being here alone. recollection, a memory, a dream, no it was something more then that the new comers scent it was familiar. Eight opened his eyes his breath seeming to catch as something sparked in side his mind. it was a scent that use to be as welcome and ever present as the air in which you breath. but it was impossible that it was there in the room with him he turned his face to the new comer.
it was impossible that it was him, the dead grey eyes meet the golden, his mind must have finally cracked, the wolf that he called his brother the one he hadnt seen since that night they had gotten out and been slaughtered, after all this time all these years.
he got to his paws, his powerful form rising, the wolf in front of him was bigger then he was.
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Triple Six inhaled deeply, exhaling all the same. He had to get it together. He'd been re-trained, re-branded, his mind wandering all around him. He had to get rid of the thoughts that made him soft, the memories that tainted his ability to go on. He had been torn away from his family again, he had watched them become broken, the pups barely able to do a thing for themselves- being thrown into such a harsh and cruel environment. His mate, ... she... His teeth grit, gnarling and grinding so hard inside you could almost hear them like scraping nails across a chalkboard.
The sounds of moans and screams filled his mind, his instincts began to kick back in. He didn't know who he was up against, but he couldn't be mush. He wouldn't admit it, but he knew somewhere he had to grasp the cold born killer inside once again. If he couldn't reach that level of mindset, he was a goner. He had a taste of freedom, he had a taste of a different life, one that he had begun to become quite used to until then.. His tongue rolled out of his mouth, he panted. Was this the unsettling feeling just the nerves? He couldn't possibly start doubting now. He looked on, he wasn't particularly caring as to who he was facing, or even giving the chance to examine. His tried to get a scent though, but the dust around him just made him growl in frustration.
But a wiff was all it took for something to click with him. Something faint, as if it were only yesterday. The past was something he was told to leave behind in order to move on with his life and be happy. But this past held something more than just stale happiness. There was something about it that made the big wolf now stare at the pair of grey eyes; that look upon its face as if you were looking at Death yourself.
A murmur began to go through the walls once more, and it seemed like a bit of liveliness was being driven among all who were inside the building.
"Looks like we got ourselves a good fight on our hands today, boys." a co captain spoke among the rest. "A must see! Better not dilly dally, there'll be loads of blood shed tonight." he laughed, the sinister smile never leaving.
The sounds of moans and screams filled his mind, his instincts began to kick back in. He didn't know who he was up against, but he couldn't be mush. He wouldn't admit it, but he knew somewhere he had to grasp the cold born killer inside once again. If he couldn't reach that level of mindset, he was a goner. He had a taste of freedom, he had a taste of a different life, one that he had begun to become quite used to until then.. His tongue rolled out of his mouth, he panted. Was this the unsettling feeling just the nerves? He couldn't possibly start doubting now. He looked on, he wasn't particularly caring as to who he was facing, or even giving the chance to examine. His tried to get a scent though, but the dust around him just made him growl in frustration.
But a wiff was all it took for something to click with him. Something faint, as if it were only yesterday. The past was something he was told to leave behind in order to move on with his life and be happy. But this past held something more than just stale happiness. There was something about it that made the big wolf now stare at the pair of grey eyes; that look upon its face as if you were looking at Death yourself.
A murmur began to go through the walls once more, and it seemed like a bit of liveliness was being driven among all who were inside the building.
"Looks like we got ourselves a good fight on our hands today, boys." a co captain spoke among the rest. "A must see! Better not dilly dally, there'll be loads of blood shed tonight." he laughed, the sinister smile never leaving.
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Eights mind was in shock, he didnt dare let it show on his face. he couldnt grip the reality of what was standing in front of him. he had been alone for so long and then to have another wolf in his cell and for that wolf to be a long lost.... no is mind must have fanily snapped it wasn't Six.
His eyes scanned the wolfs forehead the brand like his own was there pure as day fresh, re-cut for him to see, almost mocking his memory and his own brand.
IT ISN'T HIM
He fought to keep his face passive unreadable, all his sense were telling him this wolf was there in front of him, breathing living. was this a trick a game they were playing on him, was Spax after all this time deciding to taunt him once more making a wolf look like six.
but those eyes
Eight took a step to the side to get a better look at the wolfs form.
it stood like Six was his size and build.
A flash of a smile, a memory deep in his mind of the last time he had seen the wolf in front of him do. it sent a cold rush down his spine a painfully memory this was one he hadn't recalled for a long time.
after Eight had recovered from his injurys he had travailed the land looking for this wolf, he didn't find him dead amongst the others, he knew he hadn't gone back to the humans, he knew that in his heart. Eight had never known how to track back then, never have been a true wild wolf, so he searched gone East like they had planned but had never found him. he thought him dead.
"Who are you", he spoke, his deep gravely voice braking with the lack of use.
this wasn't the wolf he had known it couldn't be, is soul couldn't bring it to terms. he kept his face the same as always his dull dead eyes empty.
His eyes scanned the wolfs forehead the brand like his own was there pure as day fresh, re-cut for him to see, almost mocking his memory and his own brand.
IT ISN'T HIM
He fought to keep his face passive unreadable, all his sense were telling him this wolf was there in front of him, breathing living. was this a trick a game they were playing on him, was Spax after all this time deciding to taunt him once more making a wolf look like six.
but those eyes
Eight took a step to the side to get a better look at the wolfs form.
it stood like Six was his size and build.
A flash of a smile, a memory deep in his mind of the last time he had seen the wolf in front of him do. it sent a cold rush down his spine a painfully memory this was one he hadn't recalled for a long time.
after Eight had recovered from his injurys he had travailed the land looking for this wolf, he didn't find him dead amongst the others, he knew he hadn't gone back to the humans, he knew that in his heart. Eight had never known how to track back then, never have been a true wild wolf, so he searched gone East like they had planned but had never found him. he thought him dead.
"Who are you", he spoke, his deep gravely voice braking with the lack of use.
this wasn't the wolf he had known it couldn't be, is soul couldn't bring it to terms. he kept his face the same as always his dull dead eyes empty.
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His eyesight must have been going to shit, because he could have sworn the wolf in front of him was none other than Triple Eight himself. He hadn't heard too much of this arena, only that there was a formidable opponent that remained untouched- defeating death itself. It was Triple Six's job to rewrite this, and to take over this place. Even though the arenas were linked together, somehow the rise of which one was better had begun. Quietly, at least, under the surface.
He watched as the wolf across from him seemed to scan him, his fur bristling as he felt those lifeless eyes try to see into the brown wolf's soul. He couldn't really see the form of his foe, perhaps it was because Triple Eight was nothing but shadow, and also the shit lighting this place had. The less light, the less hope and the more broken you became.
The voice cracked through the silence, breaking the tension that stood between the two's barriers of cold steel. A simple question, but it seemed to be bathed in venom. Wanting an identity, as if there needed to be proof of existence, to see if the name lived up to expectation - or at least, that's what Six thought in his mind anyways.
Maybe it was because he had been gone so long that he could barely recognize the roughness spoken, the distinct tone was something Six couldn't pinpoint- at least not entirely. His eyes narrowed. Should he answer? Should he wait? Should he tease or just be mysterious? In order for himself to conclude that this mysterious foe, this formidable opponent possibly being his once beloved comrade... no, his brother - they had to fight.
A low rumbling escaped, it vibrated deep within his chest before the narrowed eyes looked away. He proceeded to move a bit, the chains around his legs clattering and dragging along the floor as the only response Eight was going to get.
He watched as the wolf across from him seemed to scan him, his fur bristling as he felt those lifeless eyes try to see into the brown wolf's soul. He couldn't really see the form of his foe, perhaps it was because Triple Eight was nothing but shadow, and also the shit lighting this place had. The less light, the less hope and the more broken you became.
The voice cracked through the silence, breaking the tension that stood between the two's barriers of cold steel. A simple question, but it seemed to be bathed in venom. Wanting an identity, as if there needed to be proof of existence, to see if the name lived up to expectation - or at least, that's what Six thought in his mind anyways.
Maybe it was because he had been gone so long that he could barely recognize the roughness spoken, the distinct tone was something Six couldn't pinpoint- at least not entirely. His eyes narrowed. Should he answer? Should he wait? Should he tease or just be mysterious? In order for himself to conclude that this mysterious foe, this formidable opponent possibly being his once beloved comrade... no, his brother - they had to fight.
A low rumbling escaped, it vibrated deep within his chest before the narrowed eyes looked away. He proceeded to move a bit, the chains around his legs clattering and dragging along the floor as the only response Eight was going to get.
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The wolf moved away ignoring him his chains clattering loudly agenst the hard floor.
Eights body went still so still it he looked like he had been carved in stone, and to those who knew eight this was the only warning he ever gave.
This wolf in-front of him now was suppose to be his brother the one who had fought with side by side the one who had help him keep going, the only one who had ever been a training partner he could truly train with, the only one who had known him down to the very core.
If he was that wolf there was only one way to find out and it seemed to be by what the humans had said was what was going to happen.
they were not in the arena yet but eight wasn't going to wait for them to decided when, he knew the humans to well, if he started this now the wolfs chains would fall off and the corridor to the arena would open. thanks to his recorded he had the so called privilege to have his own walk way strait to the fighting ring.
Eight took a silent step towords this wolf who posed to be his brother.
wore his skin.
"well then stranger, lets see what you got", he said and charged.
He went for a tackle, he would not fight this wolf with fang and claw, till his shackles were off and they were in the ring. he would send the wolf flying into the wall if he could get him to pay attention and not turn his back on him.
his face was blank his eyes dull as ever true to his stlye he would not snarl, growl or bear his teeth until the blood got to him. he was still at his prime physically, his mind was up for scrutiny.
Eights body went still so still it he looked like he had been carved in stone, and to those who knew eight this was the only warning he ever gave.
This wolf in-front of him now was suppose to be his brother the one who had fought with side by side the one who had help him keep going, the only one who had ever been a training partner he could truly train with, the only one who had known him down to the very core.
If he was that wolf there was only one way to find out and it seemed to be by what the humans had said was what was going to happen.
they were not in the arena yet but eight wasn't going to wait for them to decided when, he knew the humans to well, if he started this now the wolfs chains would fall off and the corridor to the arena would open. thanks to his recorded he had the so called privilege to have his own walk way strait to the fighting ring.
Eight took a silent step towords this wolf who posed to be his brother.
wore his skin.
"well then stranger, lets see what you got", he said and charged.
He went for a tackle, he would not fight this wolf with fang and claw, till his shackles were off and they were in the ring. he would send the wolf flying into the wall if he could get him to pay attention and not turn his back on him.
his face was blank his eyes dull as ever true to his stlye he would not snarl, growl or bear his teeth until the blood got to him. he was still at his prime physically, his mind was up for scrutiny.
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His ears perked to the sounsd of Triple Eight's shift in motion, and his voice cutting through the silence like a sharp blade. He merely turned his head to the side as he watched Triple Eight charge at him then. He grit his teeth, trying not to gnash them with lips parted before quickly turning to the side and embracing the tackle head on to the shoulder.
There was a thud like noise from the impact, and a grunt soon following. Thankfully it had been on Six's good side- the one without his stump. His nails dug into the floor as he skidded only a sliver, etchings and the sounds of nails on a chalkboard rang before he stared at Triple Eight- face blank and eyes still dull.
"Shouldn't you be worried about bigger things?" Six commented, before he turned his neck and grabbed hold onto the back of Eight's neck, trying to latch onto that sweet spot and toss Eight over him- pulling with all his might.
There was a part of Six that wondered why he was acting the way he was. Why this bitterness? Why this sense of anger and irritant behavior?
If this was Triple Eight .... no, this was Triple Eight. Why didn't he have the heart to say it was himself? Was it because of guilt..? Maybe it was because inside of Six, he felt he didn't deserve to reveal the truth. Maybe it was because he felt if he did, even now Eight might not believe him. Six had been gone so long, he'd had a taste of a different lifestyle again. He didn't know what happened to Eight, and a part of him wished he had gone looking for him more compared to having not.
It almost felt like to Six, because of him and his settlement, he could have rescued Eight from this hell hole. To Six, he already betrayed his brother, and that alone was punishment enough.
There was a thud like noise from the impact, and a grunt soon following. Thankfully it had been on Six's good side- the one without his stump. His nails dug into the floor as he skidded only a sliver, etchings and the sounds of nails on a chalkboard rang before he stared at Triple Eight- face blank and eyes still dull.
"Shouldn't you be worried about bigger things?" Six commented, before he turned his neck and grabbed hold onto the back of Eight's neck, trying to latch onto that sweet spot and toss Eight over him- pulling with all his might.
There was a part of Six that wondered why he was acting the way he was. Why this bitterness? Why this sense of anger and irritant behavior?
If this was Triple Eight .... no, this was Triple Eight. Why didn't he have the heart to say it was himself? Was it because of guilt..? Maybe it was because inside of Six, he felt he didn't deserve to reveal the truth. Maybe it was because he felt if he did, even now Eight might not believe him. Six had been gone so long, he'd had a taste of a different lifestyle again. He didn't know what happened to Eight, and a part of him wished he had gone looking for him more compared to having not.
It almost felt like to Six, because of him and his settlement, he could have rescued Eight from this hell hole. To Six, he already betrayed his brother, and that alone was punishment enough.
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As eight felt the impact he instantly knew that it had been countered and countered well, it was all absorbed and shouldered extremely well. he evaded the wolfs lunge for his scruff, and came to a stop looking at the wolf.
"Bigger things hay what dose one with nothing worry about", Eight said now walking around this huge wolf.
Those to moves were not in full anger it was at this point checking out the the other.
with ever step he felt that tension building with in him he couldn't get him self to believe his own eyes, this wolf couldn't be Triple Six the three legged wolf was the one that could match himself in a straight fight.
Once eight had gotten to the side with the missing leg he charged again this time he was going to push the wolf back snapping at his body with speed, this wolf with his size and missing lim would surely be of balance and slow, and find it difficult to move. eights attacked would not corse great damage he was trying to work the wolf off balance wait till he saw a opening then go for a more damaging attack.
Did the wolf have the skill to be the wolf he posed to be.
"Bigger things hay what dose one with nothing worry about", Eight said now walking around this huge wolf.
Those to moves were not in full anger it was at this point checking out the the other.
with ever step he felt that tension building with in him he couldn't get him self to believe his own eyes, this wolf couldn't be Triple Six the three legged wolf was the one that could match himself in a straight fight.
Once eight had gotten to the side with the missing leg he charged again this time he was going to push the wolf back snapping at his body with speed, this wolf with his size and missing lim would surely be of balance and slow, and find it difficult to move. eights attacked would not corse great damage he was trying to work the wolf off balance wait till he saw a opening then go for a more damaging attack.
Did the wolf have the skill to be the wolf he posed to be.
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He snapped viciously, the noise of clattering teeth could make a weaker enemy cringe knowing full well they'd be ripped into shreds in seconds. His beady golden eyes quickly locked onto Triple Eight's, and the comment made his ears turn and his nostrils flare. That was Triple Eight for you... back in the day, anyways. A part of him wished that Eight's original self did't exist anymore. That he too had found happiness, if for a little while at least.
"Oh, you've got plenty to worry about now, pretty boy." Six retorted. For someone he held dear as a brother he had a lot of sass calling Eight "pretty boy." If it were anyone else that called Eight that Six would have already had their head. This however was not the case.
He watched as Eight had come to Six's bad side with his stubby leg, and watched as he charged. He braced himself- if he was like anything he was back in the day he could handle another go round and hopefully try to do the same again. This however was not the case. As Eight snapped at Six's body he was pushed back, and rather clumsily Six felt his body sway and his claws scrape harshly against the ground.
He managed to swivel himself around so that the blow was not as effective as it could have been, and grunted when contact was made. While the impact was made and Six's body had turned, he tried to counter with a full forced head butt. To where he was aiming was a bit off key, but it was mostly so he could at least try and make a blow to Eight himself.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. That's how it always went around here, right?
"Oh, you've got plenty to worry about now, pretty boy." Six retorted. For someone he held dear as a brother he had a lot of sass calling Eight "pretty boy." If it were anyone else that called Eight that Six would have already had their head. This however was not the case.
He watched as Eight had come to Six's bad side with his stubby leg, and watched as he charged. He braced himself- if he was like anything he was back in the day he could handle another go round and hopefully try to do the same again. This however was not the case. As Eight snapped at Six's body he was pushed back, and rather clumsily Six felt his body sway and his claws scrape harshly against the ground.
He managed to swivel himself around so that the blow was not as effective as it could have been, and grunted when contact was made. While the impact was made and Six's body had turned, he tried to counter with a full forced head butt. To where he was aiming was a bit off key, but it was mostly so he could at least try and make a blow to Eight himself.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. That's how it always went around here, right?