“Wait!” Harlow held his hand up, looking unconcerned. He cleared his throat as they actually paused. The man let out a bored sigh, and then proceeded to speak in the most deadpan, lifeless voice that Foxx had ever heard in his immortal life. “Stop…we are hunters. You are all under arrest. Surrender now, or we will be forced to take whatever means necessary to capture you.”
Foxx eyed him.
“What?” Harlow asked, still looking bored.
“Really, Harlow?”
“We are supposed to at least give them a chance to surrender before we hurt them,” he admitted before adding, “Well, if they are human, or happen to be a paranormal without a death warrant.”
“You didn’t do it that night we met.”
The man shrugged. “I was tired.”
“How does that change what you are supposed to do?!” Foxx snapped.
“I mean, I can’t get in trouble for not saying it. But when I do say it, I get an extra star on the chart for the Guild’s bi-monthly cookie race. We get a star per case solved, and the faster we solve something, the more stars we get. Though, how difficult the case is also determines the star amount. Either way, the hunter with the most stars at the end of the two-month period wins. I guess it’ll be teams now though.”
Foxx frowned, eyes narrowing. “How good are these cookies?”
Harlow smirked. “Homemade gooey, crunchy perfection.”
His mouth watered. “Ohh, let’s win!”
“ENOUGH of this nonsense. GET THEM!” the old man roared.
Someone was grumpy!
Four of the men attacked. Both of the unknowns stayed back with the two holding the werewolf. They must have thought Harlow wasn’t a threat as the humans literally bumped the man out of the way to get at Foxx… His partner towered over them, and really looked shocked that they had ignored him. Poor Harlow—treated as if he was just an unwanted pest.
Foxx eyed the crosses they held out at him. One of them was even screaming, “Back demon, back.”
“One, I'm not a demon. Two, those are really stupid to use in a battle.” He snatched one of the crosses from the man screaming at him, and while it began to burn the flesh of his hand, he ignored the pain and proceeded to snap it in two. The minute it broke, the powers it held vanished. Smiling widely, he held up the broken cross to show them. “See, useless.”
His action seemed to cause the four men to freeze in place in shock.
The older man from before spoke again, sounding fearful and unsure. “W-what…it’s a trick! Don’t let it fool you! Get them!”
Yet no one dared to move.
Harlow snagged two of the men by their collars. He dragged them back and slammed their skulls together. There was a satisfying crunch sound, and a thud as the two men dropped right then and there, that sent a shudder of pleasure through Foxx’s body. His cock hardened slightly. Ahh, lovely violence.
“This is the problem with amateurs.” Harlow cracked his knuckles. “They think dumb shit like that will protect them without taking into account the age of who they are going after.”
The two remaining were now eying Harlow, having turned their back to Foxx. He had to say, this fight was turning a bit…dumb. More a comedy than a cool action-packed brawl.
Foxx cleared his throat. “Ahem.”
They slowly turned back towards him, eyes wide.
“Hi.” He smiled and then punched them both in the face, making sure he held back. Even so, there was a crunching noise, and blood spurted over his hands. He blinked in confusion as they both dropped. “Wait! I didn’t hit that hard!” He nudged one a little with his foot. “Come on, get up!”
* * *
Harlow stoodthere trying not to laugh at the outrage on Foxx's face at the two humans refusing to get up. They were still breathing, from what he could tell.
Foxx stood there, blood covered hands on his hips, berating the passed-out duo. His British accent seemed to thicken in his upset. “I barely got to do anything! Wake up this instant! Wake up!”
Shaking his head, Harlow looked at the other four. They seemed shocked. “Hey. Are you going to fight? Or just let us arrest you? I may break a few of your bones. But it seems my new partner hasn’t yet figured out how to control his strength. So, who knows what he’d break.”
