"Why do I always have to fight women?" Peter said right before her mace was going to smash his skull in. Peter jumped back right in the nick of time as the girl's spiked mace crashed the ground. The ground cracked like glass and started to crumble. The girl rushed at him with her mace swung, and Peter ducked, did a handstand and pushed on the ground to get back onto is feet.
"You're fast." The girl said smiling. Peter looked at her with slight fear.
"You're a freakin powerhouse." Peter said watching her every move. Suddenly the girl appeared behind him, and her mace nearly decked him in the back of the head. Peter swiftly moved to the side, turned around, and cut the girl's dress making bits of cloth fly in the air. The girl looked at her torn clothing and said, "Hmm, That's the second time anyone's been able to do that." She threw her mace like it was a ballistic knife at Peter, and he moved his body downward to miss it just in time, but the girl ran up to him with cheetah like speed at stomped on his chest making him gasp for air and fall to the floor. He looked over at red who was busy chewing on a muffin, minding her own business. Peter felt like screaming at her for not helping him, but felt the girl's foot crush his chest.
"You may be fast, but your body seems so fragile." The girl said stomping on his chest harder. Peter felt like he couldn't breath. "You remind me of all those kids whose bodies I broke. They were so fragile, so weak,. Their bones were like tissue paper." The girl's eyes looked like they were becoming yellow.
Her pupils engulfed in the golden, yellow flame. Peter looked at red who was smiling with muffin crumbs all over her face, and looked like she was about to doze off into a deep slumber while the lamb just layed in her lap. Peter's face filled with anger. How could she just sit there smiling while he was about to be killed? Peter felt so mad at her that his aura flared like a erupting volcano. The girl took her foot off Peter's chest and took a step back; clearly afraid of what Peter was going to do. Peter got up, his machete engulfed in flames, his body soaked in his own aura.
He ran towards the girl who had her mace laying on her shoulder, stabbing her in her own chest. The girl looked amazed, staring at her own blood that soaked her dress.
"That's strange. I haven't bled in years." Said the girl who rushed at Peter who just stood. The mace was about to knock his head off when he just stopped it with his mere hand. The girl's eyes widened with surprise, and Peter punched her in her stomach with his aura filled fist. The girl backed up like nothing happened, but then felt the impact and crumbled onto the ground. Peter quickly ran to red, who just looked at him with surprise.
"Hey Peter, how's it going?" Red said with a smile. Peter looked at her, cocked his head to one side, and slammed his boot into her head.
My smile disappeared immediately, my face covered in Peter's dirty shoe. I was busy minding her own business when all of a sudden, boom a boot was on my head. That was a waste of a perfectly good muffin. I felt my wolf mark glow and then my aura flared like a flame. Engulfing my body in it's glow. Peter took his boot off my face and we both stood side by side, aura's engulfing us in it's flame, and stared at the girl who stuck the mace in the ground, cradling it with her hands and rested her hands on it.
"So that girl is one too!" She said with a smile. I took out my ax with was already double its normal size. The red eye seeming to hypnotize me into a trance. I felt my teeth become sharper, the aura changing my body into a wolf stance, and the strange hunger taking me over. I got on all fours, hands and feet, and surprisingly it didn't feel weird at all. I charged at her on all fours, wanting to bite into her white, bloody flesh but she wacked me with her mace and my face fly backwards, she kicked me in my chest, and I flew backwards. Flipping in the dust and my face covered in grim. My fingers gripped the dirt and I looked at her with disgust.
Peter glanced at his machate, and with a smile rushed at the girl, swiping at her. The girl simply dodged each swipe, moving her body with style and grace. She raised her mace and smashed Peter's leg. He immediately fell to his knees and looked at her with a scowl. The girl cocked her head to the side and smiled friendly. She raised her mace over Peter's head and slammed it into his skull.
I shut my eyes, unable to look at the girl's mace being slammed into Peter's skull. The lamb looked like it was just scarred for life, and coward beneath me. Peter looked unfazed, ignoring the blood gushing out his head. He gripped his machete tightly, and stabbed the girl in her chest. She staggered backward, trying to keep her balance and let her power flow. Peter let his power flow too, and I soon saw two giant demonic wolves snarl and growl at each other. Teeth chomping furiously as foam ran rapid down their chins. I felt my own power start to grow. It's will to destroy slowly taking over me, and it was about to become a bloody match between a pack and a loner. All until the sound of an ice cream truck rang in our ears.