Big Bad Wolfie

I can tell we're wearing him down.

I know that because he pulled out new daggers, but these were different.

They're curved, almost hook like, and black and shiny. Glistening with their deadly poison overcoat. They were attached to him with laces up his arms so his hands and claws were still useful.

My heightened vision zeroed in on the new, especially deadly weapons, and they glared back.

My fangs grew even further out of my gums instinctually, as my senses registered the new threat.

"Get back!" I told the group. "They're poisoned. If you get one cut you're dead."

They all held their ground, poised to attack.

Stupid idiots.

Why do I make friends with heroes? They always pull sh*t like this.

I'm aware I'm a hypocrite. You don't have to tell me. Just let me complain.

They kept fighting, Wolfie and happy changing into their wolf forms to try a new angle. I tried to take the brunt of the attacks because of my tolerance to the poison.

About time I make up for totally freezing and being useless for the first half of the fight.

It became less of a fight and more of everyone dancing around the blades to avoid imminent death.

Which I would definitely prefer.

I, on the other hand, got a little more ballsy with my advances.

The more danger that comes near my friends, the more the fire that the bomb left inside me flares.

My talent became less of a warning instinct in the back of my head to stay away from the threat, and more of a gnawing need to attack and extinguish the threat from existence.

My morals are out the window as I sliced his warrior's knife across his stomach while he was distracted with stopping Marco from pulling out a gun.

He was successful, but One hand flew to the bleeding wound while his other one shot out return the favor.

He's getting frantic.

I grabbed his arm before he could make contact and used his momentum to flip him on his back. In a frenzy myself, I re-gripped the knife and tried to stab it into his eye.

Preferably multiple times.

But that didn't happen.

He reached one arm up to stop the murder weapon from piercing his eye.

Buzz kill.

And the other shot out towards my neck to tear me off of himself, but I sunk my teeth into the flesh of his hand before he could reach me.

I crunched my jaw down hard until I heard the bones in his hand crack under my fangs.

He roared, and his grip on my stabbing hand loosened.

Big mistake.

but it

his eye, but I managed to

the impulse to feed now that I get to see

but because I want to feed from my enemy. To take something from him and use it

monster that gets

held back though, knowing his

and started to blister around the gash gave even

his own poison. Resistant, but not immune. This is the first time I've seen the damage this knife has done without it being covered by his

isn't indestructible. . .

about my new revelation. He ripped his hand from my fangs and wrapped it around my neck.

and thrashed around, but a giant dark blur flashed in front of me and the weight of The Hybrid

too much air at once, but still had it

forced myself up and raced after

Hybrid King grabbed him by the arm he swung at him

red

just in time to find Wolfie's mouth clamping shut around The Hybrid King's arm.

pride, and almost

then I saw the black knife slice

more violent fire stored away that's not already coursing through my veins. There's

So there was no time wasted in waiting for and

human form with his weird magical shorts still on, and I ran over to

cut the knives from his legs while he didn't have hands and

sit up and reach for my face to caress and probably say some sappy sh*t,

was too late for

this will

I'll be d@mned if

his shoulder tight.

This is going to

It

I bent down without any explanation, there's no time for

skin is surrounded by angry red blisters and the beginnings of black veins. I don't know if I needed to, but this is the only way

out profanities and struggled in

I'm sorry I'm hurting you, but I can't

I've never sucked venom or poison

Hopefully it's similar

The poison mixed with his blood hit my tongue, and actually managed to ruin the irresistible taste of

to

blood from his wound and was instantly reassured further not being able to stop

My tongue and gums started to burn, and the taste of my own blood started to

my mouth, but then went right back to work. I only caught a glimpse of what I had in

the destruction of so many,

searing I feel, all I can

I have to keep

He has

of joy runs through me. It's a sign that he's

tainted blood from his wound as

again and again and

Screw you

knife resulted in I don't know how many pints of