It's been such a long time, here is the tail end of the last chapter.
They were slit, and his lips were creeping back into a grin. He knew that feeling, instincts to protect himself had activated. The urge to kill, and taste blood.
Bloodlust.
Oh gosh-sorry this isn't a long chapter. But enjoy XD. Time passes so fast, *looks back into the past nostalgically- way back when I posted the last chapter.*
Harry knew what it was like when you were controlled by instinct and blood lust, it was much like when he first went on four legs for the first time. When he had gone and done… something that he didn't exactly remember clearly, but he didn't regret either.
He thought of it from time to time, and he often thought that it made him less human… but then again, wizards didn't exactly classify as human either. Which is why they were hunted and vilified by humans for the most of history. And some of the things people could do…. Was monstrous in and of itself. So, so what if he wasn't human, he was alright with that.
But he didn't want his brother to have to deal with that kind of conflict, one that made him question his very existence. He did that too much as it was, so when his brother's eyes narrowed, he decided it might be better to stop him before he did something he might regret. Something like…. Murdering the brother he had no idea existed.
What he didn't expect however, was that his brother's new appearance came with a giant boost in speed and power. Which he really should have. So rather than being intelligent, he was totally unprepared for the swift uppercut sent his way. He tried to roll with the blow, but he wasn't able to fully negate the hit, and ended up flying through the air to hit a rock mound nearby.
Ouch, the rock even cracked with the force of his landing. One of the stupid monsters nearby had the nerve to laugh, and he glared it's way.
It was a bad idea to get distracted, what with a fratricidal brother coming his way-the only thing he could do was dodge to the side as Duncan slammed his fist- THIS TIME ON FIRE- into the crystal spattered rock. Of course it shattered like glass.
"Oh bloody-"
and he had to dodge hit after hit, a right hook, skimming right past his nose. Kidney shot right on target, and he could only do his best to deflect with his blades. It turns out his brother's fists are as hard as his bladed arms, they received little to no injury from the keen edge that he could see. Or his brother didn't have the presence of mind to react to pain. Which wasn't good either. While he had the edge on speed and overall offensive power, due to the fact that Duncan only had concussive force, while he had actual weapons, Duncan somehow had the edge on experience. For all of the practice he had been putting fighting the other Kaiju, and getting advice from Dear Old Dad, he lacked fighting experience. Wizards fought ranged, and very rarely, melee, and sadly, that was not one aspect that he had ever delved into. He was like most wizards like that. So, he lacked quite a bit of experience in physical pain, and was doubly unused to how his still-new body moved. If anything, compared to his brother's smooth and flowing strikes, his looked clumsy in comparison- even while they were infinitely better than any normal untrained human.
So, despite his advantage in power he was unable to provide any real defense against Duncan. Plus, he didn't want to cause any real harm to his brother, while his opponent didn't share his reservations. So it seemed that they were doomed to a kind of battle purgatory, where no one was able to do any real damage.
A quick glance to his father proved that he wasn't eager to stop the fight, and a lot of the Kaiju were watching with interested and blood thirsty expressions. He swore that they were even taking bets.
"I call the bladed-one, he would slice the throat of the prince"
"Ssstupid, it makesss no sssensse to bet against the firebreather"
Firebreather?-
Oh bollocks.
"Bollocks."
So he had no choice but to raise his arms in front of himself to shield his face and take the full force of the blast. It felt like it went on forever, but when the smoke died down, and the fire flickered away he was still standing.
Sadly, all of the clothes he was wearing on the upper half of his body, tattered as they were, were burned completely away by the fire. Their ashes rested on his shoulders, and the occasional smoldering piece of cloth flitted its way to the floor.
He looked to his brother who was breathing rather raggedly, with smoke and steam rising from his mouth. His hair was disheveled and his shoulders rose with each breath. He could still see flames flickering past his lips though, so he was still ready to go.
At this point, he didn't exactly know what to do. He could try to talk him out of trying to kill him, but he wasn't sure how effective that would be in that state of mind. It was kind of like being unconscious. Or…. He could try to knock him out. That seemed to be the more feasible option. Hopefully his brother wouldn't put up too much more of a fight. Or remembered the whole altercation at all, it definitely wouldn't look in his favour.
He leaned forward onto four legs, feeling the practiced motion as his body moved to better navigate the terrain. He growled, deep in his throat, feeling more aggressive. A whisper grated on his sharp hearing, and he bounded forward an echoing throaty rumble aimed towards the rude creature. He was vindicated by a submissive whimper and something akin to a laugh from his father's maw.
So he bolted ahead, tackling the blonde into the ground, impact making his head hit the ground with a resounding CRACK! He changed to bipedal movement, and brought his fists down on his head one after another, trying to break past the other hybrids guard of his arms.
He was distracted by a familiar noise, however. A quiet little 'hoot'. Every single being stopped moving, their eyes automatically zoning in on the small creature. It was up in a petrified tree, white feathers ruffling, small scroll attached to its leg. Seeing that it had its friend's attention, it let out another gleeful and happy hoot, like a small childish squeal.
Hedwig?...Hedwig!
"Hedwig! Don't come over here! It's not safe!"
That distraction was all he needed, and the less intelligent Kaiju went straight for his friend, while he was still doing his best to hold down his thrashing brother as his claws scraped ear gratingly against his tough scaled skin searching for purchase. A grip to rip, tear, and leverage to bite and burn.
There was nothing he could do.
~Thanks for Reading ~ Xp
