Sherk 4: Part 2

Sherk and Donkette were now both on top of the volcano, severely battle-wounded. Donkette was covered in cuts and bruises, had multiple bald patches on her fur, and had a black eye from when Sherk punched her in the face. Sherk, on the other hand, had no eye, no ear, only eight fingers, and cuts on both his arm and leg. Although they were weak and fatigued, they were ready to battle.

Sherk struck first. He swung his metal rod toward Donkette, but missed. Donkette took her meat cleaver and threw it at Sherk, hitting him square in the chest. As he screamed in pain, Donkette took out her semi-automatic. Just as she was about to fire, Sherk removed the blade from his chest and swung. It gashed at her shoulder, leaving yet another bald patch. Undaunted, she unleashed the sharp part of her hoof and jabbed it at Sherk's right leg. Blood gushed out.

By then, Sherk had had enough. He grabbed onto her arms and kicked her ten times in the stomach. He then let go of her. As she lay disoriented, he took out the metal rod, and smacked her across the face with it. He then threw it off the volcano and used the meat cleaver to sever her ear. It seemed Sherk was regaining his power, and Donkette's blood would be on his hands.

Donkette stood up, or at least tried to, and said something to Sherk. "You forgot something." "WAT IS IT?" "E-E-Excalibur." Donkette reached up her ass and pulled out Excalibur, the sword Lord Fuckwad stole from Santa's corpse. Sherk was stunned that she was able to do so, but he knew he still had a donkey to kill. He again tried to grab at her, but she used her remaining strength to swing the sword at him, leaving an open wound. They were now both on the floor, writhing in pain. Neither seemed to have gotten the upper hand, and both knew that one or the other wouldn't leave here alive. But who would leave here alive?

Sherk or Donkette?