Sightles

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

As Soah was able to fully turn back into his human form, he was panting and covered in sweat. Soah was left naked, his remaining clothes being torn from his body as he had turned into a lycan. Thankfully, he was warm for now, but he would soon be freezing once the sweat dried. Soah glanced a look over at Crom while still trying to to catch his own breath. "You gonna live, old man?" Soah said, in between breaths, ending his sentence with a sharp spit. There was still blood residue coating his spittle, but otherwise Soah was completely fine. His wounds were completely healed. While Soah could remember most of the fight, once his full transformation had happened, he had blacked out. He knew it was a tough fight, but for a man to go toe-to-toe with what Soah had become, and still be standing be Soah came back to was impressive. Soah doubled over, and placed his hands on his knees. He was completely exhausted, and almost unable to move. He hated this, but at least he didn't have a lung wound to worry about anymore.

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Soah squeezed as hard as he could. Even though strength was leaving him, he had more than enough power to strangle the bastard that was in front of him. Soah could feel the blade poking around in his insides, dicing up whatever organs they could reach. Soah would smile if he could. Shock, combined with the wolf's amazing resistance to pain, made sure Soah wasn't hurting as much as he should be. Soah could feel himself changing back, but he still gripped Crom's throat, lifting his other hand up to the solider's throat, and squeezing even harder. Soah knew he couldn't stand here and turn back into a human with Crom's blade still in him. It would seal his death. Soah leaned in toward's Crom's face, until his muzzle was inches away from Crom. Soah bared his teeth, and licked his lips, drool and blood hanging off the beast's mouth. Although Soah brought his mouth this close to Crom's face, he did not bite, nor attempt to hurt the man. A show of defiance, to show that the wolf still had the power to end the man's life, or do worse. Soah's held his grip for a bit longer, til he thought Crom would nearly be out of breath, before releasing. Soah gripped the solider's wrist, to stop the twisting, and slowly backed up, removing himself from the blade. Soah wasn't even quite back into his human form, but now at least he was fully aware. The beast took a few steps back and leaned onto a tree. Soah was slowly starting to change back, and he could feel the lycan's regeneration working it's magic. It was healing all damage he had sustained, and was preventing his current wounds from persisting into his human form. While Soah would stay conscious through this entire ordeal, he would be more exhausted than a man who had just sprinted the length of continent.

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There was a loud yelp, and then nothing. The beast, for a moment was in a great deal of pain and confusion, and in the next moment was completely silent. The beast's claw was dug deep into Crom's shoulder, but it couldn't see that. It couldn't see anything. It also couldn't smell. It was as if a sudden affliction had come over the wolfman, but what made the beast turn from a yelping dog into a silent beast, was what was in it's chest. The blade of the warrior was hilt deep in Soah's chest. The beast was slightly leaning into Crom, and seemed limp for a moment, perhaps even dead, but that would've been too easy. A deep snarling emitted from the back of the throat of the beast. Despite not being harmed by silver, or even fire, the beast was severely hurt, the most Soah had ever been hurt in lycan form. Soah could feel himself slowly coming back into this world, but he didn't start reverting back into his human self yet. Despite still be blinded, Soah stared at where he thought Crom's eyes were, his vision completely black. The claw that was dug into Crom's shoulder pulled itself out, and moved itself slowly, and deliberately towards Crom's throat, where Soah attempted to wrap his massive hand around the man's throat, to strangle him. The wolf in Soah pushed on, despite the grievous injury, but Soah knew that there wasn't enough energy left in his body for the lycan form to stay around for long, and even know he could feel his increased speed and strength starting to fade.

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The wolf man watched his opponent, circling in conjunction with Crom. The beast crouched down, and stopped circling the man, bringing one knee to the ground. The monster was truly a sight to behold. The ultimate killing machine. While years and years of training can teach a man all the rights ways to kill someone, no amount of training can turn someone into the physical specimen that stood here. Soah's fur blew slightly in the wind, as the he glared into Crom's eyes. It had been a while since Soah had had any sort of real fight. The guards back in the town were nothing, just like most people Soah had fought. The man that stood before the beast today was obviously of another breed, but it was unlikely the man could come out victorious against something that had as much speed, strength, quickness, and durability that Soah possessed now. Although, the beast was feral, completely devoid of almost any kind of higher thinking. The beast kicked off the snowy ground with a mighty burst of speed, towards the semi-crouched veteran warrior. Both of Soah's claws were bared, along with his teeth. The speed and power in which Soah lunged was awe inspiring. He aimed both his claws at the shoulders of the man, while aiming his bared teeth at the throat. Even if Crom managed to roll away, or sidestep, this time, Soah's arm span was now long enough to have enough time to bring the man back in.

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

The first stab connected with the beast's chest, but it barely pierced the skin. It drew blood, but it didn't go deep enough to do any damage. Mosquito bites on a bear. The second stab connected with the wolf's stomach, penetrating slightly deeper than the previous hit, but it still hardly even affected the werewolf. The wolf seemed almost amused. While Crom was slightly worn from the rest of the fight, the fully transformed Soah was acting with a new vigor, unabated by previous injuries or actions. Before the next stab could connect with the beast's knee, The wolfman bent his knees, and jumped forward, clearing Crom, easily, and landing on the other side. The wolf quickly turned and threw a stab at Crom's back, with enough force to punch through, and perhaps break, the chainmail links of Crom's armor. Despite being of massive size, the wolf moved with more speed and grace than a professional dancer. The beast still seemed to be only toying with the man. Not motivated by rage, hunger, or actual distress anymore, the beast was in no hurry to end the pair's quarrel.

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The blade sliced through the legs of Soah, but sharpness by itself was simply not enough to cut deep enough to tear the the wolf's now huge and thick hamstrings. The cut drew blood, but it didn't seem to bother the wolf. The beast turned around, drool dripping from his muzzle as he looked down at the man in front of him. All human features were gone. The thing that stood before Crom was now a 7 foot tall monster. Covered in grey hair, rippling with muscles, teeth and claws as sharp as steel, and eyes that seem to glare into Crom's soul. The massive creature shifted it's hand, and brought his clawed hand in a upwards motion towards Crom's face, attempting to burying it's claws into the bottom of Crom's chin. The beast seemed less offensive than Soah when he was barely transformed. The creature acted with an almost magnanimous approach, despite being completely feral. It seemed to the creature that it had full control over the situation, and instead of going for the straight kill, or attempting it, it wanted to hurt the man.

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With a renewed and increased speed, Soah gripped the blade before it reached his throat, stepping the thrust dead in it's tracks. Soah was still growing, and he could feel himself becoming stronger as he gripped the blade in his huge hands. With Soah's hand that had just swung at Crom, he reached down and sent a devastating punch to the sternum of Crom. With both of Crom's hands on the blade, it would be difficult to block the punch, which had considered force behind it, enough to make Crom's armor almost entirely ineffective. The battle was getting out of hand quickly, and it was evident that Soah was in no way going to stop his rampage, and with the still increasing quickness and strength, Soah was becoming more deadly of an enemy by the second. Soah was now nearly 6'7'', and complete transformation was starting to form. Not much longer, and Soah would be completely feral. As Soah sent the punch into the chest of Crom, he used his other hand and yanked up on the solider's sword. The thin blade barely even fit in Soah's hand at this point, but the main goal of trying to separate weapon from man was what Soah was aiming for.

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While Soah had increased speed and strength in this form, did this not quicken his reaction time. Soah was surprised at the speed Crom moved, and was caught completely off guard. The blade pierced Soah's abdomen, drove itself fairly deep, but not too deep. This time, Soah felt pain. As Soah glanced down at the blade, he started to growing ever so taller, thicker, and hairy, with features becoming more canine. He glanced back to Crom, now almost a full head higher than the man. "I'm about to hit a lot fucking harder, cunt." Soah managed to snarl out, his voice sounding more like a dog speaking human words, than just a normal person speaking. As the last word came out, Soah spit onto Crom's face, his spittle now colored with the blood that was pooled in his mouth. Soah reared his right hand back, across his chest, and went for a simple forearm slam across Crom's face. Soah's strength was increasing substantially at this point, and the forearm slam would be enough to send Crom backwards. The blade was still buried in Soah's chest, but it seemed start being pushed out on it's own accord.

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Soah was surprised at the strength the old man had, but he knew if he could get in close, he could overpower Crom. Soah watched as the thin blade came hurtling down towards him. Soah, his features growing ever more canine, raised his hairy, leathery forearm. The blade slammed into the forearm of the beast. If the blade had been of a thicker size, it's possible it might of cleaved more than half way through the arm. The sharpness, though, helped the blade pierce through the forearm, and it now found itself wedged into the werewolf's arm, almost half way through. Dull pain shot through Soah, which did nothing but keep spurring the beast that was growing. As Soah stoof up, Soah used his forearm to shuck the blade to the side, bring the blade down and out of the way. The blade could be brought out, but only with a good tug at this point. As the blade was brought to the side, Soah aimed a punch at Crom's face, more specifically at the nose of his opponent. The punch had more than enough strength to break the nose, and severely daze Crom, and maybe even knock him off balance.

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The blade slammed into the nearby tree, burying itself hilt deep into the tree, with the point poking out the other side of the bark. As Soah slid, and whiffed into the snow, cursing how quick Crom was. He could hear Crom shift, and Soah glanced up in time to see a blade being stabbed towards his exposed side. Soah rolled slightly, narrowly avoiding the blade. As the blade drove forward, Soah gripped the blade with both hands, as tight as he could. The blade was definitely in good condition. Even now, simply grabbing the blade caused Soah's hands to be sliced up and started to bleed. Soah doubt the damage would be permanent, or even that serious, due to his current state. Soah growled, now to far gone for any sort of banter, and bared his teeth. He attempted to jerk the sword towards himself, and then shoved it back towards Crom, using every inch of his inhuman power. Soah's objective was to shove the hilt of the blade into Crom's chest, and either break the warrior's grip lose, or simply catch Crom off balance.