Foxx let out a laugh of disbelief, glaring when the man pushed past him.
He grabbed Harlow’s arm and yanked him back around. The human didn’t try to pull away, even if he did glance down at Foxx’s hand on his bicep, before staring at him with a raised brow.
Foxx let go. “You really think I’m going to let you in my ass anytime soon after today?!” he yelled. Really, it was just the audacity!
Foxx frowned as the floor once again shook, another loud bang coming from below.
Harlow slowly leaned down, his face inches from his as he chuckled, “Oh, you’ll let me in. Beg for it, even.”
Jaw dropping, his brain malfunctioned for a moment before rage just seemed to flood his head.
THE AUDACITY OF THIS FUCKER?!?!
The floor oddly creaked as Harlow straightened up again, the man staring down with a smug smirk plastered on his face.
“YOU—”
Whatever rant he had been planning to let loose was lost when the floor beneath them collapsed.
Foxx’s words cut off on a squeal as the floor dropped beneath him, his gun slipping from his grasp. The sound was cut off when he landed hard on his back, on top of broken pieces of floor. The wind knocked out of him, Foxx’s cry of pain was soundless.
Laying there wincing, Foxx coughed a few times before waving away the dust floating all around him.
When something grabbed him and hauled him up, he’d been about to attack, but stopped on realizing it was Harlow.
The man coughed a few times before asking, “You okay?”
Foxx stretched and rubbed at his back, before clearing his throat. “I’m fine. But I lost one of my guns. You?”
“I’m fine. I lost one too.”
Glancing up, he frowned at the hole above. It looked like the werewolves had torn through the ceiling and floor support. The werewolves…
Foxx’s gaze flicked down quickly, eyeing the room as best he could through the settling dust. The silence was deafening in the presence of the glowing eyes that were peering right at them. Foxx spun, finding more of the same. Eighteen sets in total… They were surrounded on all sides, with two guns between them…
“Fuck, this is not good…” Harlow rasped. The man unholstered his gun, dropped his current clip and slapped a new one in. “Get your gun out.”
This wouldn’t work. Sure, nine bullets a clip…was enough to kill them…but they’d never be able to shoot them fast enough. They’d kill a few, and then they’d be torn to shreds.
Foxx tensed as the growling started. He couldn’t fight them close up…they were too strong right now…
“Foxx, get your gun out,” Harlow snapped.
But…he could…fight them up close…just…not with his claws...
Foxx spun towards Harlow, gasping, “Give me your sword!”
Harlow’s eyes widened at him as if he was insane. “What?”
“I’m going to tornado them. Give me your damn sword!”
“Foxx, are you insane?!”
“It’s the only way! Unless you’d rather just be torn apart?!” he snapped.
“You are not going to do that stupid tornado thing again.”
“STUPID?!” Foxx shrieked. “It worked, didn’t it?!”
