Bloodlust

The cry of pain of the second scorpion seemed to jolt the other two out of their ealier shock and they turned to me with their large, glossy, soulless eyes.

At the same time, the second scorpion had gotten over it's pain enough to want to inflict pain on me.

It began to crawl towards me, its pincers twitching with desire to chop me up.

I surveyed the unfolding scenerio before me and decided to step back.

That was the best choice in such situation.

The three scorpions and I stood at an en passé, watching each other intently.

My fingers were curled in anticipation, ready to move as soon as one of them took the first step.

The injured scorpion was the first to break the momentary stillness.

Spurred by its injury and, I assumed, it's growing weakness, it was consumed by the need to finish the fight as soon as possible.

I smirked as it stepped towards me. It's movement was slightly jerky.