AN: Level Five is HERE! Also, the spinning blade technique is the Wolf's Howl, Michael's ultimate attack. (proably not possible, but I'm not one to worry about a little thing like physics.)

Disclaimer: this is a fanfic. Got it?

the wolf has given the signal. pencils down class.

Matthew only ran forward a few steps, but then he crouched down behind a large piece of the floor that had been upturned by Endymion's fight. The rest raced forward, spreading into a wide encirclement formation. The demon was hard pressed by these ferocious enemies. He defeated them one by one, with great difficulty. Sean fell quickly, his agility of little use in such a wide space. He was simply tossed aside, then blasted with energy. Matthew, the biggest threat other than Michael, was next. The demon broke away from the others and rushed Matthew. Matthew, however, was expecting this, and so he met the charge. but something was wrong. He couldn't accurately predict the demon's movements! He was helpless as the monster drove him back into the wall. He was trapped, and the demon knew it. It wasted no time in smashing his head into the wall, ending his part in the fight. Alan, his speed and reflexes greater than Sean's, was able to avoid the more vicious of the attacks aimed at him. It was him, in fact, that drew first blood. He spun his sword, then suddenly gripped the flat of the blade and shot it forward in a spearing motion that caught the demon full in the shoulder and caused a gout of blood to rise up. Alan paid for his strike, though, for the creature lashed out in anger and sent him flying into the far wall. Timothy, his powerful strikes tearing through the sheet metal bulkheads like paper, pursued the demon relentlessly. The demon lashed out with its tail, but Timothy was expecting it and slashed down with a massive strike that sent the spiked end flopping uselessly to the floor. The demon struck back with the stub of the tail, sending Timothy sprawling. The demon finished the fight with a single kick that launched Timothy into the windows alongside Mars, sending long cracks up them.

Michael lasted the longest, avoiding or blocking every single one of the strikes that defeated his comrades. He glared at the demon and snarled "I will not lose this time!" The two fought hard and fast, the blades spinning in deadly arcs and patterns. Michael's style, so strange when using only a single blade, now made sense as he spun rapidly into the demon. The twin blades, coupled with his speed and skill with them, made it incredibly hard for the demon to avoid the attacks. Michael lashed out with several sweeping strikes, then suddenly shifted styles and went in with a powerful lunge that launched the demon into a wall. It shook itself, then charged. Michael was ready, and met the charge with one of his own. He went flying, but performed a back handspring and was up again almost immediately. He frowned in anger, then held his sword in front of him, the blades perpendicular to the floor. He began spinning the sword, and as he spun it faster and faster the air in front of him began to shimmer like a mirage. The shimmering grew stronger and stronger as he spun the blade faster and faster. After about a minute of spinning, he spun it out to the side, then charged at top speed! His sword flickered in and out five times, and he carried through the demon. The air around the demon rippled, and suddenly a huge wind flashed in towards it. It put up a barrier, just barely in time, and the wind carved huge ruts in the steel as it swirled around the shield. The sheer weight of the air sent huge cracks down the demon's shield, but it remained solid. The demon spun around, fear in its eyes as it saw Michael preparing the strike again. It leaped forward and stopped the blade from spinning. Finally, Michael went down, his sword at the mercy of the demon and his strike defeated. When he went down, the other members stood. He stood as well, and he looked at them sadly. "I guess we have no choice. Level Five!" The five men stood in a strange formation, with Michael in the centre of a square formed by the other members. They were each in a position corresponding with their titles. Matthew, the Right Forepaw, was to Michaels left, with Timothy at the right. Alan was at the left as well, but back behind Michael. Sean was in the same position to Michael's right.
Matthew raised his right arm. "The Right Forepaw gives wisdom!" He roared. Timothy raised his left hand. "The Left Forepaw gives power!" Alan placed his right hand below waist level and about a foot from his body. "The Right Hind Paw gives speed!" Sean took a similar position, then intoned "The Left Hind Paw gives agility!" As one they thrust their hands at Michael, in the centre of their formation. A strange light began to gleam in their palms. Michael raised both hands above his head. "The Fang accepts these gifts, and gives up his will to receive the power offered! I now call upon the Soul of The Pack! Howl, oh Wolves! The Moon is full! The light shines down upon us! Bask in it, and draw power from it!" Light shot from the hands of the Paws, and struck him. Superimposed over his form was the image of a huge, snarling Wolf, its fangs bared and ready to tear. Then suddenly, his appearance changed! His fingernails lengthened and became claws. His ears grew to points, and his canines tripled in length! He snarled, and his eyes closed. They snapped open, and he was gone. Michael, the hard, cold, passionless leader, was gone. What looked through his eyes now was a feral monster, it's only thoughts of killing, and its instincts running it like intellect runs a man: the Fang. The second the transformation was complete, five monsters came charging out from wherever they had been and attacked. A fatal mistake. The feral warrior sprung at one of the monsters, burying his elongated teeth deep into the creature's throat. With a horrific tearing noise, the Fang tore his teeth away from the monster's throat in a shower of blood. As soon as Michael was out of the formation, the light faded and the Paws became translucent. The second and third monsters attacked him from behind, and the Fang spun around, swiping at them with his claws. The second monster was shredded from hip to shoulder, and the third was nearly impaled by a mighty spear. The fourth monster, fear in its eyes, rushed forward, trying to eliminate the man. It fell to another swipe, its throat a black, gaping chasm of blood. The final monster turned and tried to run, but it was no match for the Fang, who accelerated to an incredible speed and dragged the monster down. The Fang prowled around, snarling and hissing, for a few minutes, then it noticed the demon again. With a howl that could not have come from any human throat, he charged at the demon! The demon threw away its sword, and the two met in the centre of the room. Michael, no, the Fang, was more than even with the demon. His brutality and ferociousness seemed to have taken the thing by surprise. It created shields, only to have the Fang shatter them. He launched blasts of energy, only to miss by wide margins. The Fang was a raging beast, its movements going from all fours to two feet like it was nothing. He leapt, and the demon created a shield. The Fang struck at the shield with all it's strength, and huge cracks splintered along the barrier. The power feedback from the strike sent the two combatants flying. The demon was getting angry. At last, he was tired of the fight, and began preparing a spell. He reached forward, and a huge white hand made of energy, similar to the attack that had defeated the Starlights, latched onto the Fang's head. He struggled, but eventually went still. The hand released him, and he dropped like a stone. The second he hit the ground, the paws became solid again, and his appearance returned to normal as they, too, collapsed. The demon turned to Sailor Moon. "So. You are the last one. Exactly as planned. Now. Do you want this fight to be over?"
"Yes!"
"Then attack me. Blast away this form. Destroy me with the Dragon Staff. Then you can end this conflict and save not only your friends, but your planet."
"What?" She gasped. He turned to the viewscreen.
"Display the planet Earth." He commanded. The screen flashed, and there was Earth. Strange energy blasts were raining down on Tokyo, and there was a ship floating there. "That is this very ship. Display image from viewpoint of ship." The screen changed again, and the image of Tokyo resolved itself into buildings and streets, all of them pitted and scarred by the blasts. "Broadcast mode, worldwide." He ordered. "Now, Tsukino Usagi! Sailor Moon! Princess Serenity! You cannot hide any more! Defeat me, or your world is destroyed, and I will kill your friends while you watch, then I will kill you! You have no choice! Destroy me!" Tears were running from Sailor Moons eyes.
"Why? Why are you doing this? What have we done to you? Why do you want to kill me?"
"It is what I do. You must make this decision. Upon this decision rests the future of the entire Galaxy. Can you make it?" She stood, tears still streaming down her face, but her eyes were determined. She raised the staff, and cried out with all her voice. "Crescent Dragon Staff! Shine!" A blast of energy flashed from the staff, and struck the demon. There was a brilliant flash of light, and suddenly everything was changed.