You continued to watch all around.. After gathering information for several moments you crept further to investigate. From below, a ground covered in carapace scraped, broken stone and shattered mortar littered upon the beaten stones in lumpy chunks.. Before you, growing upon the flat surface, moss covered pikes of giant wooden supports jutted above nothing more than scraped clean glass pieces..
You focused upon yourself. "I.. I Don't know who or what the hell you monsters are doing.. But I, Xenos Zahelian, have sworn to protect the people from monsters like you!" You curse and swear, but inside your eyes are faltering.
As darkness filled the streets of the city and walls bulged in lightening and breaks, from caravans entering and being swallowed from caves and sewers filled to overflowing with fallen bodies, you stumbled back to howling pandemonium, unable to stand watching the display of the man pinned, his limbs rolling, up and down the scattered pile of fur before your vision. Your stomach rolling and pushing convulsions until the pulse of raw fever engulfed you with hot and powerful conviction.
You don't know if you stand a chance yet.. But you have to try.. You scream and rip out your etheral spirit blade, conjuring all of your emotions into it as the jets of flame turns into a glasslike scythe as you strike against the werebeasts!
Their Werewolf claw's rip through the air with a roaring slash, a attempted bloody mauls connecting with your sword straight as lightning bled through the sky! For a moment it feels as if you'll rip apart.. Crumbling underneath might.. yet somehow you hold on... Cracks going wide in many points with a harsh yelp erupting as your soul ignites in fear, anger, and flame, as indignation invaded deepened with what must look as wild insanity! You dive for the blow and strike your burning spirit blade against the Lycan's flesh, a frenzy of slashes bursting their fur among flames as the howling 9 foot high lycan screams as their chest is burnt! A powerful hit, it's eyes squelch with murder and pain on it's mind, and yet a powerful blow was dealt!
You scramble to leap down from the upper arms, hands reaching.. Your valiant strike turning into a near miss, as a claw strikes right past where your cheek used to be.. Fear floods, fear threatens... You grit with despair as the lycan rips a corner of your right torso's clothes off.. Missing your flesh by mere inches from what could have been a infectious wound.. Only to realize that without this protective power to stay and fight, your own soul is now vulnerable to the incoming horrors that fight in the name of survival.. So strong your survival instincts brace against you even with your strength.. Yet you still manage to survive against the unquenchable odds!
You stumble back against cracked glass shards.. Enraged. Staring as the lycan twist your blade into a bone snapping shredding slice, letting it rend body upon body and brain unto the pavement, mauling em down right before you! The weapon drips blood. Fighting, enraged, inhuman beasts still dominate the night, taking from helpless beings with no compassion, no sympathy.. These remorseless beasts must be fought against! Here within this dusty city under this starlit night, a merciless aura reigns supreme over any calm town squares with snatches of a life torn away..
You let loose a guttural yell before grabbing a nearby debris bar to swing wildly around you with a little boot kicking help as you shift back and forth. The already tall Lycan crawls to block your way, his body bracing himself once again before he burrows himself into the ground. Already.. you can hear a third gurgling.. The third man who was being pounded earlier is gasping as they struggle with their mind, clenching onto you admidst the battle as his eyes struggle for help.. his mind fighting mentally as he starts to feel fur rip through his scratches like a raging wildfire!
"What are you!! Are you even any part of the human you once used to be?!?!?." You scream, he gasps and sputters, he slaps a worn knee-length metal tunic folded to his side. It clatters against hard dirt as it the dust and debris over the topmost base of his exposed knee.. He's already been partially infected with the curse.. It's only hours before it spreads fully and engulfs him.. But, it seems like something inside of you is able to reach back to him.
"I.. I'm sorry... There are laws here. Laws in a civilized society. Laws in place, laws in place to prevent evil. If we allow them to run free, eventually they'll take whatever they want. Rape, kill, destroy, enslave. We've no choice but to keep fighting these monsters.. Lycanthropes aren't meant to be the creatures.. soft and cuddly who vanish into the night.. These ones.. Our land's.. are nothing short of.. M.. Monsters.. Savage beasts out of their minds with rage.. We're no match for them. Even alone, there's no reason why a lone man should fight. And the monster we now face isn't fit to put out fires either... One bite.. And life as we know it.. Might.." The man grimaces.. Before a blood curling howl races from his mouth as his human teeth stretch out, popping out tooth by tooth into painful savage fangs as they grow out of his mouth, sharp, elongating piercing jaws designed to tear bone as well as eat flesh and spit out fragments from them!
Injecting pain across its face and into his mass of wires and whiplike neck hairs tangled tight together as cables spill over parts of his skin as the rooting fur from his wounds starts to form the beginning of a faint gray pelt of black nightfang fur!! All nerves and vein pushed to near near bleeding against his skin as these claws grow over bone, gripping upon every carapace imaginable into a tooth biting spiral helix of iron.. Pinning themselves tightly. Before feeling their skin boil as they gasp and their eyes flicker red with bloodlust.. and then a mental struggle as half human howling and screaming emerges..!!!
"ARE YOU STILL IN THERE! HOLD ON, ANSWER ME, DAMNIT!" you cry out, desperation rolling over you.
He ignores your words. Slowly grasping at his twisting body.. his own body in a fight for control.. Grasping at the roughness on the arm as he continues to try and undo the heavy leather straps holding the pauldron to his mail shirt and armor.. A gleam of a silver blade. Running panicked fingers over the top of his body while he fights to reach it in time..