Liseth, eh? Margrett stepped outside, smirking, standing defiantly. She knew Grayell could handle himself. Or at least she thought. She decided to try and distract him.
You know what happened to Liseth, puppy? She took a step forward.
She's mine now. Go ahead, smell me. She grinned, knowing that she would smell just as much of Liseth as Gray would, from sleeping in the bed they no doubt had fun in. She inspected her nails nonchalantly.
You go tell your Master Verick she has a new master now. Or mistress.
Grayell eye's found Marg before the large beast did. It looked out the corner of it's eye at Grayell and then back to her.
"Your mate? She dies first!"
Grayell instantly burst for the large bastard, his voice yelling loud with on compromise.
GET INSIDE NOW!!
The were moved for her but Grayell enough time to contact, sliding just in front of it's right shoulder and ramming his elbow into it's eyes. It howled immediately and lashed out. Grayell's arm had snaked around it's neck, locking in to restrain the damn beast but it's claws sunk into his sides and plucked him away, tossing him to the ground in a quick heap. He rebounded, panting and spat in it's face.
You don't flarbing dare mongrel. Not on your life.
A chill came over Grayell as his eyes found the beast's in the moonlight. It turned it's vision off and over his shoulder and Grayell had little time to follow it's gaze....
The second Garou hit Marg like a wrecking ball, sending her flying into the crates that were stacked at the back of Grayell's house with a resounding smash. Grayell stepped toward it, focus split between the two. The newcomer to the fray was smaller than the first, but still a big son of a bitch. It sneered and nodded to the first - who lunged at Grayell again.
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Mate?! Margrett took advantage of the garou looking away and grabbed its throat, pushing it away.
The man spends all day ogling and suddenly I'm his mate?! She growled and grabbed a wooden splinter from the crates around her and stabbed the end into the beast's chest, making it stumble off her as it pulled it out. She dove toward her hammer and picked it up in a roll, grabbing her hat as well. She grinned and hefted it to her shoulder, putting on her hat.
Grayell ducked inside the large one's dual swipe and clenched his fists together as he brought both elbow onto the crest of it's head. His hands came down, planted on it's neck and he leaped up and over, rolling in the dirt as it spun around to give chase.
Grayell was snarling now, blood smeared on his chest. He sprinted to the side of his yard where a small wall remained, the Garou hot on his tail. His foot shot out, planted on the wall and brought him instantly back and around, clocking his attacker in the side of it's head, resulting in a solid crack. The beast snapped out though, it's arms grabbing his leg and hurling him with unnatural force across the yard - again.
Grayell slid in a heap, but scrambled back to his feet. The big bastard was already closing the distance, it's mouth ready to tear him apart.
Margrett grunted a little as her adrenaline stepped down a little and she felt the effects of being thrown bodily into wooden crate. Exasperated, she let out a breath and charged the werewolf. Without her armor she weighed significantly less, but she was also faster. She slammed her hammer downward, barely catching the werewolf's snout because of its height, spun on her heel and brought it sideways down on its forearm. It dodged back, slashing at her midsection. She may not have had her armor, but she was still very good at staying alive, catching and deflecting the claws on the haft of her hammer, letting the claws barely rake her stomach.
I'm not helping you until you get some clothes on.
Grayell had rolled forward as the larger were loped toward him, coming back to his feet with Marg's chest piece in his hands. He sprung up, wound it back and BANNNNG slammed it into the oncoming Garou's snout. It reeled back, snarling and Grayell dropped the armor. He shot Margrett a look.
Sorry, not the priority right now.... SHIT.
The Garou bounced hard and Grayell spun, barely enough to dodge it's snapping maw. He toppled off it's shoulder and bounced off the bathtub, one knee to the ground. The were spun and reached for him with it's claws.
Grayell was quick to slam his fist into one arm, but the other raked down his leg, blood streaming from the wound. He yelped in pain now, kicking at the damn beast. He dodged, ducked and avoided a fury of raking claws and then flipped backward over the tub once more. It wasn't much, but it was something between him and the beast. His leg shook, the wound was deep.
Grayell lifted a thumb to his nose and blew, gritting his teeth. His shoulders rolled forward, his chest pulling in. His back arched, tensed and his foot shuffled forward. He bounced back once, shuffled in.
If I have to sew your leg back together, I'm going to charge you for it.
She spoke evenly and in a little bit of an irritated voice as she brought her hammer down in a diagonal swing again at its arm, hitting it square and causing it to howl in pain. She grinned, but was caught off guard and backhanded, claws raking her face sideways. She staggered back and nearly fell over, bringing a hand to her face and pulling it away wet with dark blue blood. She growled, squinting a little.
You bastard. As if I didn't have enough problems!
She yelled and charged it again, her full weight baring down on an upward swing at the wolf's legs, trying to knock it over.
The larger were carefully picked it's footfalls around the tub. It was smart. It got closer to Grayell, dangerously closer - but didn't charge this time.
"You're stalling meat. Why don't you just die? So much easier..."
Grayell answered that with a thrust of his leg into it's groin. A yelp broke from it's throat but before it's eyes could lock onto him in their rage, he hammered his fist to the side of it's head.
I SAID FLARBIN C'MON!!
The beast might have underestimated Grayell's rage. He was cut, and pain usually triggered just one response in him. Rage, and an overwhelming need to kick the shit out of whatever harmed him.
The beast swung it's arm out, a haymaker; but Grayell ducked back and under.
"STOP SQUIRMING MEA..."
The word was cut off by another hook the the head. And another. Grayell bounded sideways, back again, his hands rock hard and ready to pummel the crap out of the massive werewolf. His eyes were blazing, furious in the rage. The wolf might have thought twice.
But it didn't. Instead, it lunged and whilst Grayell blocked another wide blow from it's right, it clutched his leg with it's free arm and swung him over and into the side of the bathtub like someone cracking a whip. The sudden, dull ring muffled Grayell's rib breaking and his cough as a result. He pawed at the dirt, shook his head - as the Garou stomped on his back and tore into his neck with it's fangs.
Gray... She growled, actually a little concerned. She shoved the Garou, pushing it away while she turned and threw herself bodily into the Garou on top of Grayell, trying to knock it off him.
Grayell roared in pain, the Garou hungrily ripping into his back. As Marg threw herself onto it, it snapped back, jaws to the left than right. It couldn't bite her so stumbled back, reaching for her with it's claws. She slammed her hammer haft into it's head and side, having to hold on and unable to swing the massive weapon. It yelped as she clocked it, obviously causing some pain - but it snarled aloud as both hands found her behind it's head and yanked at her clothing.
She was thrown, head over heels and quite the distance. Crashing to the earth and rolling like a rag doll, she came to a stop on her side with a face full of dirt, her hammer almost within reach. Her head rang, she shook out the cobwebs. She turned her head, spotted the Garou and the torn form of Grayell.
Grayell struggled to his feet. Blood was running freely down his back, dripping over his shoulders and pooling at his feet. He was groggy, stumbling as he sought to stand. He started to turn toward the bastard beasts, but a massive slash of feral claws ripped through his side and sent him spinning like a top.
Both Garou laughed, they had him beat. He murmured something as he again pressed away from the ground, fell to his haunches and then groaned as he twisted, getting to his feet. The back of his hand smeared blood across his mouth and swaying like a leaf in the wind, he stepped toward them.
Grayell looked to Margrett and then back to the Garou. Blood was trickling from his eyes, his nose and his mouth. His hair was soaked and he still couldn't hold himself steady. But he smiled, through clenched teeth, and held his arms out wide, as if open for an attack. The Garou had stayed their hand for the moment, seeing him half dead and apparently entirely happy didn't register as normal. The larger one signaled with a nod to the other and it turned it's attention back to Margrett, approaching slowly.
The larger one spat it's words.
"Give up meat. You're as good as dead."
Grayell suddenly jerked up, animated like a marionette; stared at the beast for but a moment as if contemplating and then laughed. It wasn't a sudden outburst or even humored. It came from his throat, a morbid and almost threatening sound. His head bobbed, his legs still stumbled, but he drew his arms in, fists clenched.
You know, I still don't understand it. But believe me.. it hungers. It wants you. I'm going to let it have you whelp.
Grayell's blood was rippling over his skin, circling and writhing at the center of his chest and as his arms relaxed and came down, it ran like so many tendrils over his arms and gathered, smothered his hands. It painted a web across his form and his bones cracked, his jaw set hard and his nostrils flared and at that time, Grayell stood full erect, completely un-moving. He lifted his hands and hissed as the blood grew out, turned and twisted; resulting in savage claws that were fingers a moment before. His eyes welled red, bled down his cheeks and his head tilted, his chest rising and falling as he panted.
He lowered his head and shoulders slowly and then, in a shockingly fast blur of speed, through himself into the larger Garou.
Margrett back up a few paces as the Garou advanced, keeping an eye on Grayell.
Neat trick. Seen it before.
She waited for the Garou to charge her, ducking to the side and slamming her hammer down at it passed her, and jumped on its back, stomping on its muzzle. It flipped onto its back with surprising speed and lashed out, slashing at Marg's legs. She cried out as the beast's claws raked her, nearly ripping off the legs of her pants, gouging out deep stripes. She stopped as the Garou righted itself, wincing.
Grayell had slammed into the Garou hard, forcing into the ground in s vicious roll. This time, he came out on top and had it by the throat, claws tearing into it's face and chest. He tore back, hand full of flesh and fur with the beast screaming in pain and anger. It's arm flew out and up, claws aimed at Grayell's face - but his arms shot up and stopped it. His hand wound a round it, locking it's claw behind his back and with a twist he rose, his claws sunk into be beats's bicep. He looked at Marg for only a second and said nothing as he wrenched on the arm, a splintering and tearing sound the immediate result. The Garou's protest was loud but unfinished, Grayell slammed a foot onto it's face as he arched back and tore harder....
He threw the arm aside like a used thing, like a child's toy that had broken. The Garou thrashed and writhed on the ground, screaming and squealing in agony, spitting endless curses at him for removing it's arm. Grayell stepped back and sneered, snarled and spat.
In case you haven't noticed, I'm a little lacking in the bladed weapons department.
She ducked back as the Garou recovered and slashed, narrowly missing her shoulder. She retaliated with the haft of her hammer, knocking it in the jaw and then slamming it in the chest.