“Yeah, on fucking half-assed zombies, these are overpowered werewolves!”
“It’s made of silver, it will still work!”
The wolves’ growls grew in volume. As the dust was almost settled now, their forms were recognizable, as were their movements. A few took menacing steps forward.
Harlow spun around, his back to him now as the man snapped, “Get your remaining gun out now!” The man readied for an attack.
“No!”
“Foxx!” Harlow growled, still turned away from him.
“NO!” Foxx hissed, before jumping onto Harlow’s back.
“FOXX!” Harlow roared angrily. While Foxx let out a triumphant laugh as he freed the man’s short sword from its sheath and pushed off Harlow’s shoulders, catapulting himself over, landing in the middle of the wolves.
“You’re fucking nuts!” he heard Harlow yell, but he ignored him.
“SPINNY TIME!!!” Foxx laughed maniacally as he spun, sword out.
He held his arms stiff, making sure his blade didn’t fall when it connected with the wolves. They screamed and howled as he sliced into them, killing them just as he had the zombies, by shredding through them. Howls were going off all around the room, but Foxx didn’t slow, even when the gunfire started.
As discombobulating as it was to keep his eyes open while spinning this fast, he did. It was all he could do in order to avoid the one blob that had a blurry pale peach strip where one’s face would be. Continuing on his path of destruction into the werewolves, blood, tissue, and bits of organs splattered everywhere, and on him.
Foxx kept spinning until the only blob remaining was the one he knew was Harlow’s, which is when he slowed and stumbled to a very wobbly stop. He shook his head as the room continued to spin, even when he wasn’t.
“Dumbass.”
Foxx turned with an angry hiss and slipped on blood. He landed hard on his ass while his vision kept spinning. “Fuck!”
When he finally was able to see clearly, he found Harlow leaning against the wall, gun holstered, arms crossed. The man looked angry. Which didn’t make sense because Foxx had literally just saved their asses from a gruesome, painful death. Where was the appreciation for his quick thinking?!
“You yelled at me to be careful this whole time, and you are out here taking a risk with your stupid tornado trick.”
“It’s not stupid!” Foxx snapped, and pushed up off the ground. “Thanks to me, we are alive right now with only four left to kill!”
“We could have just as easily shot them.”
“No, we’d have ended up under a pile of fucking raging bloodthirsty mutts, as they all attacked at fucking once!”
Harlow pushed up from his lean, his face twisting as he stormed forward. “Foxx, you took a RISK. We could have shot our way out of here. Hell, we could have broken down a damn door and let those fuckers rush into their precious flower patch! Because I guarantee, once they smelled that shit, they wouldn’t have cared about us!”
“And that wouldn’t have been risky?!” Foxx hissed, moving right up to the man, his fangs bared. “I went with the option that had the highest chance of us surviving! And safety wise, I didn’t risk anything. I think I know my capabilities better than you, Harlow!”
They stood almost chest to chest now as they glared at each other. Well, as close to chest to chest as they could be with their height difference.
“What if you had tripped and impaled yourself, Foxx?! What if it hadn’t even worked?! What if the wolves had been able to stop your spinning?! What then?!”
“Well, none of those bloody what if’s matter, because, in case you didn’t notice, Harlow, IT FUCKING WORKED!”
“You. Are. Careless,” Harlow ground out.
“And. You,” Foxx mocked. “Are bossy and overly opinionated!”
The human sneered. “I can be as bossy and opinionated as I want. I’m the senior hunter, remember?”
“You,” Foxx poked the man hard in the chest, “are also an ASSHOLE!”
The man scoffed. “I think that’s been established long before now, Foxx.”
