GAROU XIII
Damn this rat. What was wrong with that bitch? Isn’t there a limit to how crazy a person can be? She got impaled and blown to smithereens! He definitely hit the mark! Why wasn’t she falling down!? This couldn’t be happening.
And yet…. And yet that woman… MADE HIM WANT TO GO ALL OUT!!! She lunged at him, turning her mantle into enormous fists rushing at him. Instead, his hands moved not to strike the fists, but to guide them like a river. Asphalt around the two crumbled and shattered, the ground shaking with each deflected hit.
His movements were like a nearly invisible blur while the giant fists seemed like a giant black wall growing by the second. His muscles, his bones, his everything screamed in pain, but he refused. Like a demonic machine, he just kept going and going.
His body seemed to crumble with each exchange, but he refused. She was getting faster and faster, soon overwhelmingly so. But despite that, his arms seemed to move on their own, deflecting each fist and slowly breaking.
And then he realized. She wasn’t getting faster, he was getting slower. His bloody eyes were filled with desperation. He could barely see anything anymore, feeling his body falling further by the instant. He was dying.
But he refused.
His face, his eyes, his heart, his very being was beating. Beating, filled with determination. He would not lose, not to an immortal monster. A black fist of sure death closed in like a train, and his fist closed, fingers and joints almost welding gruesomely, and he gambled his very existence in a fraction of an opening. He clenched his bloody teeth into a monstruous smile and charged.
“ORAAAAAAAAAAHH!!”
Harder and faster than any blow he dealt thus far, his fist shot at the girl’s face, like a flying cannonball of destruction sent with an explosion of force, wind and power as he was struck down by the giant fist.
