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Walking through a quiet forest, a red man carried his scythe. The crimson hunter going by the name of Streak was on a mission. To capture a monster. A feral beast. A Darkstalker. Brushing past more trees rustling in the wind, Streak saw a castle. And on top of it was just what he’d been looking for. He inched closer, ever near to the wall. If he could just line this up right…
“I see you…” Called out a hoarse voice.
“Tch!” Streak leaped to the roof of the castle where the target stood. A blue wolf with torn shorts and a karate belt. Streak spoke, holding out Bleak Havoc, “So you’re Jon Talbain.”
The wolf man snarled. Of course this boy knew his name. After all, his race was infamous. Even more so for him, a normal man turned into a ferocious creature. “At least you’re kind enough to call me by my name. But something tells me you won’t give me much reason to extend that kindness…” His claws protruded outwards. “Tell me; do you think you’re prepared for this?”
Streak’s expression stayed firm. He could tell something was wrong down to the very air he and Jon were breathing. “Ready as I’d ever need to be. If you aren’t willing to come with me alive, I’ll pick up the pieces and drag them.”
This agitated the hardened wolf. He bore his fangs. “Just don’t regret those words!” The wolf charged, intent on defending himself. There would be no out of this for either besides a brutal fight.
“I see you…” Called out a hoarse voice.
“Tch!” Streak leaped to the roof of the castle where the target stood. A blue wolf with torn shorts and a karate belt. Streak spoke, holding out Bleak Havoc, “So you’re Jon Talbain.”
The wolf man snarled. Of course this boy knew his name. After all, his race was infamous. Even more so for him, a normal man turned into a ferocious creature. “At least you’re kind enough to call me by my name. But something tells me you won’t give me much reason to extend that kindness…” His claws protruded outwards. “Tell me; do you think you’re prepared for this?”
Streak’s expression stayed firm. He could tell something was wrong down to the very air he and Jon were breathing. “Ready as I’d ever need to be. If you aren’t willing to come with me alive, I’ll pick up the pieces and drag them.”
This agitated the hardened wolf. He bore his fangs. “Just don’t regret those words!” The wolf charged, intent on defending himself. There would be no out of this for either besides a brutal fight.
- Both are Low 7-B
- Speed is equalized
- Fight takes place on top of a castle at night
- Fighters start 5 meters apart
- Win via knockout, incap, or death
- SBA for anything else
(Scales to 4.62 Megatons of TNT)
Beast Shunned By Society:
(Scales to 3.2 Megatons of TNT)
More Than One’s Blood Spilled:
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