Ron
The past few months had been... interesting. This werewolf ate a pink werewolf, and had to deal with other werewolves trying to sniff him and his girlfriend down in return. That was a pretty nasty mess, but they got lucky and it chose to snow pretty hard after that. Their trail was covered well enough by that. He and Annabeth would probably have to worry more about that if they ever went to that part of town again, but otherwise it was fine.
The other interesting things were pretty awesome. Or disturbing, depending on your perspective. Ron was getting more comfortable with the whole 'werewolf' thing, and to a point the whole 'eating flesh' thing. As long as he was all responsible during the full moon and didn't stay in that infuriating, invincible form from before for too long he was okay. He wouldn't eat anyone innocent. That was the possibly disturbing part.
The possibly awesome part was Annabeth's idea of 'training.' A lot of things happened, and it felt like he was in one of those comics that you read from right to left instead of left to right while it happened. Sure, it hurt, but he could heal fast. She made him do ridiculous things like shoot targets while hanging upside down, and try to make more of that strange energy in him that he usually recovered by eating thugs and werewolves and the occasional dog. She kept calling it Nen, like before, but it made a little more sense now. It took him most of that time, shared with time spent trying to figure out the timing of his shapechanging, to figure out how to do it. He seemed to get stronger as a side effect, and more aware of the stuff when it was nearby and in people.
It was better than weight lifting, for sure. Not that Annabeth let him quit his gym membership - she definitely exploited it herself. And he had to juggle it with is construction and repair work, which meant between her training and his usual routine and his job he had little room for the little things in life. Stuff like tearing open the many beer cans they brought home and making stuff with them, or keeping up with new comics that found their way into the Nexus over time.
Going out and finding new issues of periodicals, comic books, and novel series was a pretty lucrative industry in this city. They didn't always have the decency to appear right in the stores that wanted them, and most of them were written in other worlds first, so many of them hired contractors who went out and collected the stuff to add to their stock. Ron wasn't one of those, he had always been one of the first customers when new stock was finally brought in at the comic store a couple blocks over.
Annabeth was giving him a break on the training for a couple days, so now he finally had the chance to pick up the back log!
And now some lady is trying to call me out? he thought to himself, scowling down at the copy of Superior Spider-Man #8 in his hands. This damned interruption...
should kill
He dismissed the urge with a shake of his head. It was an overreaction. He allowed his canine senses to come to the fore and sniffed the air for his challenger.
should eat
That, he could almost agree with. She did smell delicious. But, he would have to see if she was worth it - if it was right. He, reluctantly, placed the comic back on the rack, walked passed the counter with a nod to the cashier, and went out the front door.
She smelled a bit like monkeys at the zoo; the tail explained it. He stared at her, a little deadpan. "What are you, some kind of Saiyan?"
