Stiles forced himself to push past the werewolves. He didn't need werewolf senses to know that they were pissed that he basically lied to them, all this time. On his left he saw a blur of red hair and on his right he saw a blur of black hair. In a tree, he saw a blur of blond and black streaked hair. Stiles resisted the urge to smirk. The leader Deucalion looked shocked for a few seconds, but wiped it away.
"Well, well, I thought the rumors were fake, but it looks like they're true. Who dragged you out of the Pit?" Deucalion said to Stiles, a smirk growing on his face. Stiles rolled his eyes, the Hale Pack growing confused at the mention of 'Pit'.
"I see that you're still uglier after three years." Stiles spat out, annoyed.
"Where's your little buddy? Is he still short?" Deucalion asked, in a mocking tone.
"He's not short, just compact size. Good enough to stuff in a trunk of a car." Stiles said and then added, "Not that I have ever done that." Stiles looked towards who he deemed 'Dreads' in his mind, who was convulsing on the ground, black stuff seeping out of her puncture wounds from the arrow. Stiles looked back at Deucalion.
"Where's your little hunting group? I assumed they'll be here." Deucalion said and Stiles rubbed his head slightly.
"You know what? I'm tired of these conversations." Stiles said, and threw the first punch, abandoning the bow and arrows on the ground. Stiles wasn't sure who was more shocked, Deucalion or the Hale Pack; Deucalion, for having somebody punch him, or the Hale Pack because Stiles just hauled off and punched somebody, or that he punched somebody and that person stumbled back, with a bloody nose. Then Stiles kicked Deucalion in the stomach. "I see your eye is still missing."
He was sure that the Alphas and Hale Pack were fighting, because of the growls and snapping. He wasn't sure how it happened, one minute he had been kicking Deucalion, he ended up on the ground, with one of those twin Alphas on top of him, claws and teeth out.
"Any last words?" The twin said.
"No." Stiles said, and started to fight back. I'm not going back to Hell. Not this way. Stiles punched the werewolf in the face and managed to knee the werewolf in the stomach to get him off. But the werewolf didn't budge and then the werewolf tipped to the side, a knife embedded in his ribs. Stiles knew where the knife came from and stood up, shakily. He almost became wolf meat and watched as Jason jumped out of tree, falling on top of the werewolf's back that Scott is fighting. The werewolf stumbled a little and tried to throw Jason off, but the blond tightened his grip on the werewolf's neck, and wrapped his legs around the waist a little tighter.
Scott looked at a mix of surprise, confusion, and anger. Alice came out of the trees and kicked the werewolf in the crotch, who had been forcing Lydia backwards into the tree. The man dropped like a sack of bricks, and Alice patted her elbow twice. She jumped on the werewolf, elbow first, causing the man to groan. Alice punched the man and started to repeatedly smash his head on the ground, throwing an occasional punch, and calling the werewolf 'little princess' every now and then. Mary jumped on a female werewolf's back, who was sneaking up on Alice, and started to pull her hair.
"Don't touch my friend." Mary spat out and got thrown off the werewolf's back, but she kept a tight grip on her hair. The werewolf growled, and Mary said something in Latin, causing the werewolf's hair to burst in flames, causing the werewolf to howl in shock, and anger. The werewolves and humans turned to the sudden noise, watching as the werewolf stood there, hair still on fire. Stiles was to engrossed in the scene that he didn't notice Deucalion sneaking up on him and wrapping an arm around Stiles waist, and the other arm around his throat.
That got everybody's attention though, except Alice who was still busy smashing the werewolf's head in the ground, punching, and calling the werewolf 'little princess'. She didn't even seem to care that the werewolf's blood was getting on her fist. Then Alice seemed to realize something and stared at the scene before her eyes.
"Nobody move, or the hunter gets his neck broken." Deucalion said, his eyes being blood red. Stiles struggled to remove the grip, and Mary mentally went through every spell she learned throughout the eleven years when she had found out she was a witch, hoping to find a spell that will help. Alice gave Deucalion a very dirty look, that if looks could kill Deucalion would be dropping to the ground dead.
I'm not going to pretend to be a damsel in distress anymore. Stiles thought angrily and managed to Deucalion's hand to his mouth. He bit down on the hand, really hard. Deucalion pushed Stiles away, mostly out of shock. Stiles tackled Deucalion to the ground, punching. Alice, Mary, and Jason abandoned the werewolves and jumped right on Deucalion to help Stiles.
That was when the Hale Pack noticed a knife coming out of somebody's sleeve. Jason, Alice, and Mary blocked the view, holding out knives of their own, giving everybody a look that said 'come near us, you'll die'. Deucalion stood up, pushed past the teens and left through the woods, and the other Alphas followed their leader. The three other teens moved out of the way revealing Stiles to be on both of his knees on the ground, fingers just barely skimming the blade of the knife.
Stiles looked up, his eyes revealing blood-lust, which caused the Hale Pack to step back. Jason looked at Stiles and helped him up. Stiles rubbed his eyes, the blood-lust look fading from his eyes. Stiles chewed on his lower lip and went to retrieve his bow and arrow, which lay on the ground. He looked at the two dead Alphas.
"What are you going to do with them?" Stiles broke the silence, which suddenly filled the area and turned to his group. "Let's go." They were about to leave.
"Not so fast. We really need to talk." Derek said and Stiles allowed his shoulders to slump down, stopping in his trek home.
A/N: Sorry the fighting scene isn't graphic and short, I'm not good at fighting scenes. But you know, sadly I'm losing interest. But don't be upset, I'm already writing another badass Stiles fanfic. One more chapter to go, then I'm done. I'll think of writing a sequel, once I find the inspiration.