I have been wanting to do this for a while now. I hope you enjoy!
Pyro cackled loudly as he threw the white haired demon, enjoying watching him go flying and covered with soot. The hellfire had been in the public playground, battling the children of Flash for a while now, and to his own amazement, he was WINNING! He'd already taken down the menacing brothers: the annoying angel brother, the hot headed Rorshack, and now he'd just taken down the depressing demon! The only one left was the pathetic creature brother. Bronze. By far, the easiest one to take down. And why wouldn't he be? Bronze was shy and quiet and nice and polite. Far to much of a wuss to put up a good fight. That child should be a piece of cake to knock down.
Speaking of the kid, he was now rushing over to the fallen three, not getting far as the hellfire stepped in front of him. Bronze backed up a bit, glaring hatefully at the hellfire. Yet Pyro didn't find him threatening. He simply laughed at the others attempt to appear tough.
" Well. Looks like it's just me and you, little Bronze. "
Pyro taunted, smirking brightly. This seemed to aggravate the child even further.
" So what do you say, brat? Are you jealous? Are you SCARED? Seeing how easily I thrashed your brothers, without even breaking a sweat! "
As the child didn't respond, not even moving and his expression not even faltering, Pyro snickered.
" Aww, whats'a matter? Cat caught your tongue?! "
Bronze's glare suddenly intensified, the child soon moving his thick, messy bangs behind his ear, reviling his glaring, scarred and blinded right eye. Clearly this child was serious. But Pyro wasn't afraid. Again, Bronze was the weakest of the four. There was no way he could lose to this little marshmallow.
" Fine. Don't speak. But prepare to BOW to your NEW KING! "
Pyro summoned a large ball of hellfire, flinging it towards the child's head. To his utmost SHOCK, Bronze simply tilted his head to avoid the hit, the hellfire torching a tree behind him. Pyro hissed, preparing to rush the other instead. Yet as he nearly rammed into the child, Bronze shifted and stuck his foot out, tripping demon with ease.
Pyro pushed the slide that crushed him away with his hands and feet, soon flying at the child instead of running. To his amazement, Bronze began to block his hits with ease in a whirlwind of punches. Pyro started to grow irritated, now swinging one of his arms back and tried to knock the child out in one harsh blow. Yet as he got semi close, Bronze put up a force field, causing Pyro to be forced back upon impact.
The demon held his fist, gritting his fangs a little at the unexpected pain from hitting the force field. Looking forward with a glare, he began to panic lightly when the Winchester turned invisible. He began looking around, hoping he could find some indication as to where Bronze was, suddenly feeling a horrible pain in his back. It felt like a werewolf had shanked him with his claws. But that couldn't be right. Bronze didn't have claws. How could he have...?
Suddenly Bronze became visible once more, and he shocked Pyro horribly with his appearance. Instead of appearing like a simple humanoid, he looked like a werewolf. His long tail had frizzled out greatly, his ears looked fluffier, he had fangs and claws, and his left eye was an onyx color whilst his right one remained white, with yellow sclera surrounding both different colored irises. He looked like a natural werewolf, standing on all fours and snarling like a wolf.
Without warning, Bronze zipped forward and launched a series of strikes at the hellfire so fast Pyro couldn't dodge them.
As the demon took his beating, the other three Winchester's began to come too. Gold groaned as he sat up, stretching his back out with a grunt, his eyes beginning to glow a pure bright blue. Septimus shakily pushed himself up on his hands and knees, beginning to growl furiously as his eyes completely turned blood red. And Silver began to wipe his face free of soot, coughing as he did so before glaring a fire engine red.
Bronze soon caught sight of his brothers and rammed Pyro over in their direction.
Pyro hit the ground, rubbing his chin before looking up, shaking when he found all four of the Winchester brothers glaring down at him, the werewolf like brother he'd once assumed weak grinning evilly down at him. Pyro sighed, simply accepting his inevitable fate.
" D... d*** it all... "
Pyro hissed as Yuki placed a bandage on his face. He had just returned home after this little incident, and Yuki was patching him up. Normally he could heal himself instantaneously, but since it was the Winchester's that damaged him, he couldn't. Shame really...
Yuki frowned a little before moving over to her husbands back, beginning to stitch up the cuts there.
Pyro was still fuming over the fact he'd lost to such a freaking PIPSQUEAK! And no, he didn't mean short like that stupid prince Fatch. He meant pipsqueak like a young, shy little crybaby like Bronze! But how did Bronze turn into a werewolf like that?! His brothers Silver and Gold couldn't shape shift unless certain circumstances took place! ... Right...?
What if this wasn't the case? He didn't know his nephews very well in all seriousness, and he doubted he'd be able to see how the seal his brother put on them worked. What if they could shape shift into their sealed spirits at will? If that were the case, he might be in trouble. But how would he know for sure? He didn't exactly have a pass to go up and see them.
And then it hit him. It was so obvious. If he couldn't casually observe them, then he'd kidnap them. What else? Except, he wouldn't bother kidnapping Septimus. He had lived inside of that boy before, so he was sure he already knew all he needed to know about that little freak. So he'd just take the trio: Silver, Gold and Bronze. And then he'd see the full extent of power.
Answer me this. Did anyone actually doubt Bronze could win like Pyro did? Heh... did Bronze shock you? :3
Hope you all enjoyed!