Well. This is awkward. At least I didn't disappear for 6 months? Anyway, I'm back baby! Are you ready for kickass werewolf fight scenes? Well you won't find them here!

Still suck at dialog, not even gonna try anymore. Let's go!

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It was a peaceful day. The birds were chirping, Giants were roaming with their Mammoths, deer and elk grazed without fear, a half naked teenager ran away from a pack of wolves screaming, a young fox chased some butterflies...

Yes. It was just another normal day in Skyrim.

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"I REGRET MY DECISION!" I yelled as I ran from the hungry hungry wolves. I really did, why did I have to goad Aela on like that? Seriously, why!?

When she said race I thought she meant me against her, not her calling in a pack of hungry predators! This sucked!

As I ran I saw a fairly large tree stump in front of me, right before a tree with some low branches. I quickly made a plan, praying that my Beast Blood actually improved me enough to do this.

As I approached the stump, I leapt on top of it, teeth nipping at my heels, and used the increased height to jump. I underestimated my legs, however, and instead of just barely catching the bottom branch, I smacked face first into the trunk. I let out a pained groan as I slid down, directly onto a fairly thick branch. The wolves stalked around the base of the tree, letting out growls and snarls as I caught my breath, before leaving the area.

After a few minutes I used to regain my breath, I was about to jump down. I hesitated, before tilting my head slightly and giving a small sniff. There, I could smell them, lurking in the bushes just out of my sight.

With the knowledge they were still there, I got a little more comfortable in my new tree, pondering my abilities. The 'race' was a good test, though I would never admit it to Aela. I was very, very strong now.

I would say I'm around the level of Captain America physically, from the MCU. He's strong, fast, durable, but not extremely so. I could run, maybe 18 miles per hour? I was keeping away from the wolves, but my human body allowed me greater mobility. I could also jump high into a tree, so definitely some kind of super strength.

I decided to try and get used to my new senses. Sometimes they were overpowering. I gave their air a sniff, and almost gagged at the stench from a decomposing carcass a little ways away. After regaining control of myself, I tried to focus on something else. I smelled flowers, lavender, wet dog, bark, grass; hundreds of smells and sensation that I was only vaguely aware of before now were almost punching me in the face! How was I going to get used to this?

Oh well, practice made perfect, right?

...

I was going to die in this land.

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After I spent half an hour in the tree, Aela came to get me. Apparently, the plans had changed. Instead of going to Whiterun, Skjor would go while Aela took me with her on a short training travel. According to her, 'newbloods' had bad control so it would be dangerous to head to a big city like Whiterun.

Instead, we would be ruffing it out in the woods for a few weeks, until Aela would ditch me to go back to the Companions. Then I would be on my own.

Hey, it wasn't too bad. Trial by fire, right?

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"This will be a good test," she said, as we stared at a small camp. It only had 3 people in it, all armed with a single sword and leather with furs. One of them had a shield.

"How is this a test? You're sending me into a bandit camp half naked with no weapons!" I said as loud as I could while still being quiet. It was still only the level of a normal whisper, but with the past few days I've had to learn my senses, it was the equivalent of talking sort-of-loud right next to someone's ears for Aela; uncomfortable and petty, just as I liked it. She gave me a Look, one that I knew meant no more arguments.

As I have a silent groan, I slipped away, trying to decide if I would, or even could, kill the bandits. The past few days had been spent with me running, jumping, and getting attacked by random animals. Sometimes Aela would start punching at me, and while my limited martial arts experience helped, I still got pretty bruised.

Just yesterday, Aela found out about a small group of bandits. They were harassing small time merchants and travelers. It would only be a matter of time before some adventurer or another killed them, but so far they were proving a nuisance. Our, or rather my, job was to eliminate them. Aela wouldn't even try, they'd probably be dead before I could even notice if she wanted to.

I decided to go the non-lethal, stealthy approach. If The Last of Us had taught me anything, these filler enemies were incredibly stupid. So as I got to the edge of their camp, I picked up a small rock and gently tossed it over to a bush on the other side, hoping to distract them for a moment.

However I misjudged my strength, again, and instead of going to the bush, it hit a bandit drinking from a mug in the back of the head. Oops, I guess my aim sucked? Why couldn't superpowers fix that!

My mind went into overdrive. Time slowed down. Spartan Time. No, wait, wrong franchise. Time sped back up, and suddenly I was sprinting top speed at the one sitting in the chair by the table. The one I hit with the rock was turning around, and the guy with the shield at the fire was staring at me with wide, disbelieving eyes.

And right as the guy in the chair turned enough to see me, my fist hit him in the face like an angry god. Not really, but there was a loud thumping noise as he flew to the ground. And my hand hurt. And then I heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed behind me.

On instinct I grabbed the, now empty, chair in front of me and swung it around, holding it as a makeshift shield. The guy (a Nord I think?) had gone with a thrust, which implanted the sword through the chair and very, very close to my gut. I looked him in the eye before twisting the chair clockwise, putting his arm into a makeshift lock, before leaning over the pincushion and palm striking his elbow, making sure to follow through with the push. With a loud POP his arm bent the other way, and I was startled to find I held a dark joy in his pain.

I was so focused on his screaming I almost missed the sound of sizzling; like bacon on a pan. Confused, I dropped the chair and turned around. Then I almost shit my pants. The one with the shield was hanging back, said defense tool protecting his body while his other hand charged up fucking lightning!

Now time slowed down. I forgot magic existed, which was shameful. But I had bigger things to worry about. Thankfully this low-level nimrod sucked, because he was taking a while to charge up. Or it was super powerful. Either one, really.

Remembering something, I crouched as I turned around. I had some incredible luck, it seemed, because a sword passed right where my head used to be. I blinked, almost not even registering I almost died, before punching the sword guy with a quick one-two face-gut combo, before grabbing his broken arm and pulling him in front of me.

I was not a moment to soon, because the second I turned the poor guy got hit center-mass with a lightning bolt. I quickly let go, mentally hoping it wasn't Chain Lightning, trying to not get second hand damage. My makeshift shield worked, and with that I charged the shield-spell.

He seemed to panic, probably because he just saw a kid kick his friends asses, and took a fortifying step forward to aid his shield swing. I was caught off guard, and took the full hit to the face. My forehead split slightly, and my ears were ringing, but I was mostly fine. He hit me in the hardest part of my head. I responded by grabbing his shield in one hand, and used my superhuman strength to pull him into my fist. I nailed him right in the jaw, and I had no doubt he was seeing stars.

As he went down, I pulled the shield off his arm, thinking I could use it later. Then I got hit with a mighty swing from a thick tree branch, right in the back of the head.

When I was younger, I got into some accidents. Some sports related, some my own stupidity. One of them happened not once, but three times. I happened to walk too close to the batter at a baseball game. Two of the hits were backswings, but one was full swing to my forehead. They were metal bats, and it hurt like hell, but I survived. But they were from kids, and I got concussions.

What just hit me was from a fully grown, vaguely athletic man, holding a 2 pound (0.907 kilogram) branch. I was augmented, so I was hardier than normal, but still. That fucking hurt.

I saw stars, but the sound of the stick breaking was relieving. It meant he didn't have a weapon. I recovered as fast as I could, stumbling forward to gain some room. As my vision cleared, I saw the guy to be the one I first punched. I was surprised, I thought I knocked him out? He put his full strength behind the swing, and he got hit hard, so he was still recovering. I moved as quickly as I was able towards him, giving him an uppercut to the chin to grab his attention. His head jerked back, but he still sent out a jab that caught me in the shoulder as I tried to dodge. I responded with a right hook, stunning him. I took that to the bank, grabbing his hair before slamming his head down onto my rising knee. It hurt more than I expected, which sucked. He still wasn't down, so I gave him a rock solid hit to his gut, before using my hand to make a two pincered 'claw' and gripped the back of his neck. From this position I slammed his head down onto the table.

His head broke through the center of the table, and he slumped there with his body hanging over it. Mage guy was face first in the dirt, and I couldn't tell if he was dead. The one with the broken arm was a piece of charcoal, still smoking in the wind.

I stumbled from the camp, shield hanging on my arm. I was tired enough that I didn't notice the gleam that entered Aela's eyes, or the spark of interest in the eyes of the being hidden high up in the branches, watching with interest.

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Wow. I did not expect that. Also didn't lie, there were no Werewolves in this chapter. This has been sitting for weeks, and I'm so sorry I couldn't get this out sooner. I'm still on my phone, but I'm currently in the car, driving a several hour trip to South Carolina. Don't know when the next one will be out, could be delayed, could be quick.

Tell me what you thought of the fight scene! I worked hard on it, and I tried to get 'brawler' across well enough. I like to think I fight like Joel, from the Last of Us (best game ever made). But, you know, not as cool. Or awesome. Or badass. I really wish I had his beard, too. Basically I want to be Joel. I would endure the apocalypse for that. No joke. He defines BAMF (Bad Ass Mother Fucker). Ellie's pretty cool too. And by pretty cool I means fucking badass as all hell.

(Is it clear that I have a crush on this game yet? It's just perfect in every way)

If you think this chapter is two different ones badly melded together, you're not wrong. I wrote these 'halves' almost 2 weeks apart. Very different. I think I'm getting better, so let's continue!

Review, and try to guess what's going to happen next! Who was that mysterious figure? What is Aela planning? Will Goku be strong enough to beat this new enemy? Er, wrong thing. (I totally did not steal that from one of the best authors on this site, totally).

See you next time!