now. Contemplate how sexy Magnus is later. First, we must defeat the monster.
I strode through the knee high snow. It steamed off my black slacks. The cloth wetly clung to my calves. I was melting the snow as I walked. I should be freezing, but I wasn't. I had internal fire, driving back the frozen apocalypse seeking to bury me in endless snow.
The monster swung a hard fist at Magnus. The biker wolf leaped off the monster, landing at my side. He stood, his body hunched over. His arms were thick and long, covered in the dark fur. Blood stained his claws and muzzle. His golden eyes looked at me; a snarl growled from his lips.
It sounded like, “Left.”
I nodded, understanding what he wanted me to do.
“Now,” he growled.
Magnus sprang to the right, racing for the creature. I charged left.
My excitement beat through me. Heat burned inside me. The snow melted faster as I charged forward. It stopped slowing me down, my internal fires melting a path. I grinned as I clutched my sword in both hands and raced towards the creature's side.
The monster turned to face Magnus's leaping charge from the right. A knuckled fist swung, striking Magnus. The werewolf snarled in pain. Fear clutched my heart as the biker crashed to the snow. White puffed around him, whipped away by the fierce wind. Magnus came up in a crouch, growling in rage.
Magnus was fine. He could take hits in his werewolf form. I didn't understand why. Nothing made sense. Maybe, when the motorcycle crashed, I hit my head, and this was all a crazy delusion. Was I lying on the Seattle street with a cracked-open skull?
But no, the monster attacked me before that. I couldn't remember hitting my head in the cafe. Either way, I wasn't about to have an existential debate on whether this was real or fake. It felt real. That was good enough for now.
The monster's back was to me. I charged in and raised my sword. Despite how long the blade was, it was well-balanced and moved with ease. Snow hissed at my feet. The monster turned on its stunted legs, snarling like a mangy dog. It raised a knuckled fist.
My sword swung. It cut through the roaring air, melting driving snow and trailing cloudy vapor. My blade cut through the meat of the monster's calf. The demon howled in pain. Flames danced around its wound, burning mangy, white fur. I gagged at the foul stench of burning hair.
The monster's fist crashed into the snow beside me, supporting its weight on that arm. I had lamed its right leg. The monster loomed over me, spittle dripping from its foul muzzle. Its lips curled back as he growled in pain and anger at me.
“Bitch!”
I grinned. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
Behind the monster, Magnus stalked forward.
I swung my flaming blade at the monster's face. He flinched back, his heavy fist dragging through the snow. “Oh, yeah, I'm a bitch. A Valkyrie bitch that you pissed off. You tried to kill my new boyfriend.”
I almost stumbled at admitting those words. Boyfriend. Was that what Magnus was? I guess so. He bared his heart to me and I bared mine right back. Now we were on the most exciting first date in the history of the human race.
The monster lunged forward at me. I yelped in surprised as his jaw snapped down at my face. I stepped back. I tripped over my own shoes. My arms pinwheeled. My sword was a circle of fire as I struggled not to fall.
I failed.
I landed on the snow. It melted beneath me and I sank down to the buried street. Steam swirled around me. The monster's muzzle burst through it, mouth open. Sharp teeth dripped with saliva. I struggled to crawl back. Snow melted behind me and soaked my clothing. My feet pushed against the exposed asphalt. I couldn't escape.
I messed up.
Magnus sprang. The biker werewolf landed on the back of the monster. His powerful, furry arms wrapped around the monster's throat. The monster reared, jaw pulling back inches from my flesh. Magnus bit the monster's neck. Blood spurted.
The creature howled in pain. He violently
I strode through the knee high snow. It steamed off my black slacks. The cloth wetly clung to my calves. I was melting the snow as I walked. I should be freezing, but I wasn't. I had internal fire, driving back the frozen apocalypse seeking to bury me in endless snow.
The monster swung a hard fist at Magnus. The biker wolf leaped off the monster, landing at my side. He stood, his body hunched over. His arms were thick and long, covered in the dark fur. Blood stained his claws and muzzle. His golden eyes looked at me; a snarl growled from his lips.
It sounded like, “Left.”
I nodded, understanding what he wanted me to do.
“Now,” he growled.
Magnus sprang to the right, racing for the creature. I charged left.
My excitement beat through me. Heat burned inside me. The snow melted faster as I charged forward. It stopped slowing me down, my internal fires melting a path. I grinned as I clutched my sword in both hands and raced towards the creature's side.
The monster turned to face Magnus's leaping charge from the right. A knuckled fist swung, striking Magnus. The werewolf snarled in pain. Fear clutched my heart as the biker crashed to the snow. White puffed around him, whipped away by the fierce wind. Magnus came up in a crouch, growling in rage.
Magnus was fine. He could take hits in his werewolf form. I didn't understand why. Nothing made sense. Maybe, when the motorcycle crashed, I hit my head, and this was all a crazy delusion. Was I lying on the Seattle street with a cracked-open skull?
But no, the monster attacked me before that. I couldn't remember hitting my head in the cafe. Either way, I wasn't about to have an existential debate on whether this was real or fake. It felt real. That was good enough for now.
The monster's back was to me. I charged in and raised my sword. Despite how long the blade was, it was well-balanced and moved with ease. Snow hissed at my feet. The monster turned on its stunted legs, snarling like a mangy dog. It raised a knuckled fist.
My sword swung. It cut through the roaring air, melting driving snow and trailing cloudy vapor. My blade cut through the meat of the monster's calf. The demon howled in pain. Flames danced around its wound, burning mangy, white fur. I gagged at the foul stench of burning hair.
The monster's fist crashed into the snow beside me, supporting its weight on that arm. I had lamed its right leg. The monster loomed over me, spittle dripping from its foul muzzle. Its lips curled back as he growled in pain and anger at me.
“Bitch!”
I grinned. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
Behind the monster, Magnus stalked forward.
I swung my flaming blade at the monster's face. He flinched back, his heavy fist dragging through the snow. “Oh, yeah, I'm a bitch. A Valkyrie bitch that you pissed off. You tried to kill my new boyfriend.”
I almost stumbled at admitting those words. Boyfriend. Was that what Magnus was? I guess so. He bared his heart to me and I bared mine right back. Now we were on the most exciting first date in the history of the human race.
The monster lunged forward at me. I yelped in surprised as his jaw snapped down at my face. I stepped back. I tripped over my own shoes. My arms pinwheeled. My sword was a circle of fire as I struggled not to fall.
I failed.
I landed on the snow. It melted beneath me and I sank down to the buried street. Steam swirled around me. The monster's muzzle burst through it, mouth open. Sharp teeth dripped with saliva. I struggled to crawl back. Snow melted behind me and soaked my clothing. My feet pushed against the exposed asphalt. I couldn't escape.
I messed up.
Magnus sprang. The biker werewolf landed on the back of the monster. His powerful, furry arms wrapped around the monster's throat. The monster reared, jaw pulling back inches from my flesh. Magnus bit the monster's neck. Blood spurted.
The creature howled in pain. He violently
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