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to quickly remove her clothes and he couldn’t help but steal a glance at her. Lynette’s body was athletically toned all over, and her lightly tanned skin was smooth and appealing. Her breasts were small but firm and pointed, and her nipples were long and dark brown. Despite the chaos, he was highly aroused. He thought that the adrenaline surge was to blame, but also wondered if his experience with Veronica had scrambled his brain.
Lynette caught him looking. “Never seen a naked Werewolf chick before?”
He went bright red with embarrassment and tried focusing on the road ahead. “Sorry!”
She laughed. “Bet you thought I’d be all hairy or something? Nah, I keep it all under control – well, except for a bit on top for decoration.”
She began seductively combing her fingers through her big trimmed triangle of pubic hair. It was wild and brown, and Winston was staring again.
Giggling playfully, she opened the passenger door. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Veronica... or Kavarne.” She gave him a wink and threw herself out of the vehicle, transforming mid-air into a giant light brown wolf, and bounded down the tunnel on all fours towards the wrecked roadblock so fast she was just a blur.
Werewolf Swiftpaw’s transformations gave them an appearance more on par with a standard wolf, just enormously bigger and faster. They relied highly on their extreme speed and agile manoeuvres to keep the upper hand in combat.
Winston drove until the first fight was in sight and then stopped the van.
Veronica had a Triumvir mage suspended in the air with his limbs outstretched, and the mage seemed to be putting all his effort into defensive spells but it was plain to see it was a losing battle.
Kavarne was wildly swinging his axe and spare claw at a Vampire Nightclaw who kept evading every hit. He had a long blade in each hand and kept trying to retaliate but couldn’t close the gap enough before Kavarne lashed out again.
Xavier was gracefully deflecting attacks from a female Vampire Ironfang with his elegant blade. Her muscles were tense and swollen, and she had elongated her finger nails into thick sharp claws that she was madly trying to slash and impale him with. Xavier was gradually baiting her towards Kavarne’s fight.
Veronica’s opponent finally lost his magical tug of war with her and ran out of energy. His veins began pulsing violently and his skin started steaming, blood running out of his nose and eyelids, and with a sudden bang he exploded in a burst of bubbling blood and gore. Veronica tossed his telekinetically suspended skeleton to the side of the tunnel uncaringly where it clattered into a pile.
Distracted by the immensely unpleasant sight of the legendary Blood Boil spell, the two Triumvir Vampires dropped their guard for a fraction of a second. Kavarne once again swung his axe at the Nightclaw’s head, but this time when he dodged he was met by Xavier’s blade which neatly nicked his head from his body. Xavier slid out of the way and Kavarne used the momentum from his feint attack to aim a second attack at the Ironfang. The Vampire Ironfang, who was so preoccupied with attacking Xavier, was caught completely off guard by the manoeuvre. The hit connected perfectly, impacting on her left shoulder and cleaving diagonally down straight through the right side of her hip.
Devoid of blood the Vampires turned to ash, and it was hard to tell what the other dead Supernaturals had been from their leftovers. Kavarne began throwing the body parts in a pile along with the victims’ trashed motorbikes. Wolf-form Lynette came plodding down the tunnel with an out of breath Alexander trailing behind. Winston exited the van and ran with them to the others.
“There was an ambush up ahead but Lynette and I took care of them,” Alexander explained. “Gave them a nice dose of my classic trench-buster spell.”
“Good work,” Xavier replied, cleaning his blade with a bit of cloth.
Winston could tell from the
Lynette caught him looking. “Never seen a naked Werewolf chick before?”
He went bright red with embarrassment and tried focusing on the road ahead. “Sorry!”
She laughed. “Bet you thought I’d be all hairy or something? Nah, I keep it all under control – well, except for a bit on top for decoration.”
She began seductively combing her fingers through her big trimmed triangle of pubic hair. It was wild and brown, and Winston was staring again.
Giggling playfully, she opened the passenger door. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Veronica... or Kavarne.” She gave him a wink and threw herself out of the vehicle, transforming mid-air into a giant light brown wolf, and bounded down the tunnel on all fours towards the wrecked roadblock so fast she was just a blur.
Werewolf Swiftpaw’s transformations gave them an appearance more on par with a standard wolf, just enormously bigger and faster. They relied highly on their extreme speed and agile manoeuvres to keep the upper hand in combat.
Winston drove until the first fight was in sight and then stopped the van.
Veronica had a Triumvir mage suspended in the air with his limbs outstretched, and the mage seemed to be putting all his effort into defensive spells but it was plain to see it was a losing battle.
Kavarne was wildly swinging his axe and spare claw at a Vampire Nightclaw who kept evading every hit. He had a long blade in each hand and kept trying to retaliate but couldn’t close the gap enough before Kavarne lashed out again.
Xavier was gracefully deflecting attacks from a female Vampire Ironfang with his elegant blade. Her muscles were tense and swollen, and she had elongated her finger nails into thick sharp claws that she was madly trying to slash and impale him with. Xavier was gradually baiting her towards Kavarne’s fight.
Veronica’s opponent finally lost his magical tug of war with her and ran out of energy. His veins began pulsing violently and his skin started steaming, blood running out of his nose and eyelids, and with a sudden bang he exploded in a burst of bubbling blood and gore. Veronica tossed his telekinetically suspended skeleton to the side of the tunnel uncaringly where it clattered into a pile.
Distracted by the immensely unpleasant sight of the legendary Blood Boil spell, the two Triumvir Vampires dropped their guard for a fraction of a second. Kavarne once again swung his axe at the Nightclaw’s head, but this time when he dodged he was met by Xavier’s blade which neatly nicked his head from his body. Xavier slid out of the way and Kavarne used the momentum from his feint attack to aim a second attack at the Ironfang. The Vampire Ironfang, who was so preoccupied with attacking Xavier, was caught completely off guard by the manoeuvre. The hit connected perfectly, impacting on her left shoulder and cleaving diagonally down straight through the right side of her hip.
Devoid of blood the Vampires turned to ash, and it was hard to tell what the other dead Supernaturals had been from their leftovers. Kavarne began throwing the body parts in a pile along with the victims’ trashed motorbikes. Wolf-form Lynette came plodding down the tunnel with an out of breath Alexander trailing behind. Winston exited the van and ran with them to the others.
“There was an ambush up ahead but Lynette and I took care of them,” Alexander explained. “Gave them a nice dose of my classic trench-buster spell.”
“Good work,” Xavier replied, cleaning his blade with a bit of cloth.
Winston could tell from the
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