Garou XIII
Garou grimaced. His one regret was that the dark curtain of the night could not grace this fight. So even a severed head was not enough to stop her? Yes... that was it. This feeling more intense than any sexual release. She was... she was..
She was the monster he had been looking for! Yes, she was the one worth eating!!
"KUH-HAHAHAHAHAHA!!" He howled madly as a multitude of bloody spikes immediately erupted from his leg, each packing the force of a cannon. The shadow, as mighty as it was, had no chance. Even for an instant, it faltered. That one window of opportunity was enough for the mad monster to yank his ravaged leg out and use all his might to backflip to safety, spinning to avoid the tendrils that would spell his death.
Garou landed a few feet away, but immediately dashed back to gain a more generous distance. He glanced at his body, but his keen attention did not divert from his enemy. His right arm had been damaged, he could not use it to its full capacity. His wounds were extensive, but they would not spell his death. As for his left leg, it was hopeless. The exertion of his blood was too sudden, too powerful for his limb to handle the strain. For the lack of a better turn, his leg was now not unlike a swiss cheese porcupine. He would barely be able to move it, let alone stand with it.
Good grief...
His body was tense, his stance like a snake ready to strike at any moment.
"Let me ask you a question."
