“That doesn’t change a damn thing, we need to get into the fight and I’m not waiting any longer. If you want to stop me then you are going to have to kill me,” I bark back just before willing myself to transform.
But unlike before it doesn’t happen slowly. With all the anger and anxiety that has built it seems to happen almost instantly.
Without hesitating I make a bee-line straight for Mammon, since he is the biggest threat on the battlefield. Fenrir is driving me even harder to kill him than when I first transformed and killed that soldier demon.
“Evander, wait up, you’re not going to have all the fun by yourself now,” I hear as I notice Frida in the midst of her shift, running next to me.
“Fenrir, I’ve longed to be in battle with you again,” Serafine says, causing Fenrir to push even harder.
“Yea, it’s not everyday that we get to go all out and truly and fully unleash ourselves.”
I hear Lucius as I see him coming up on my left, but he is only half transformed just like Frida was when we fought in the arena.
Out of nowhere something flies past all three of us. Looking up in its direction I notice that it’s Achilles and Perseus, in their pure Lycan form, rushing toward the enemy at a blinding pace.
They reach the horde first and begin decimating demons with ease. They are tearing through them with such simplicity that it’s almost like there isn’t anything there to stop them.
It’s only seconds between when they reached the frontline and when we did and they have already killed hundreds. Only leaving parts of them strewn about; an arm here, a wing there, blood and guts everywhere.
Finally catching up to them I dig my claws into the first demon that I see and it is almost euphoric. Feeling the warm blood run down my claws, matting into my fur as I force my claws deeper into its chest, grasping its heart and ripping it free.
Throwing it aside, I push through their ranks, severing another’s head with a single swipe.
As I advance forward slashing, tearing, severing, dismembering. I hear a voice.
“Looks like you’re starting to enjoy yourself,” Frida says in a playful tone. I glance over my shoulder at her as she rips a lesser demon in half with a grin on her beautiful wolf face, now that she has fully transformed.
“It looks like I’m not the only one,”I reply back as I bite through one’s throat and the taste of its metallic and sulfuric blood floods my mouth, trickling down my maw and throat.
A shout rings out and I know that voice. Looking over in the direction of the voice, I see Perseus in the mouth of the Cerberus.
As it bites down crushing his chest and tearing into his flesh, he lets out a gurgled cry.
Achilles bolts away from Mammon, turning his attention to the Cerberus. He swiftly reaches it and hits it with so much force in the head that its bottom jaw gets torn completely offfrom one of its heads and Perseus falls free, hitting the ground hard.
With that I rush to aid Achilles. Frida and Lucius take off toward Mammon, reaching him before Frida, Lucius expertly dodges his ax, while landing significant blows. Lucius gets distracted for a split second by the sound of Perseus writhing in pain and Mammon exploits this slight error.
Smashing him with his fist with so much force it sends out a shock wave that pushes me back a bit. As soon as I regain my footing I start to have flashbacks to my unit and what transpired in the desert.
Shaking it off I notice that Lucius is no longer standing and I can’t see him through the raging battle. Frida engages Mammon and I rush the Cerberus that Achilles is currently dealing with.
By the time I get there he has already decapitated one of the other heads. Lunging at the last head, I put all of my force into my slash and connect with the top of its head with such force I split the head in half and it slumps to the ground, dead.
“AAAHHHHH,” Frida’s voice rings out in the distance. Turning, I’m horrified by what I see. Mammon is standing in front of her with his ax embedded in her abdomen and I can see the light begin to fade in her eyes.
“NO,” I roar out so loud the entire battle pauses for a second and it feels like time stops.
My head is flooded with images of how I died and then that feeling, no, the need to save her erupts from me as I let out a tremendous roar. I latch onto it, feeding it like a raging fire until everything goes white.
As my vision quickly returns I’m standing, holding Frida inmy arms. Slightly confused I see she is still alive, so I shout, “Achilles see to Frida.”
Scanning the battlefield I notice the distance between where I was and where I am is covered not only in dead demons, but ash. I notice Mammon getting up off the ground about fifty yards away, not knowing how he got there in the first place it didn’t matter.
As soon as the thought to attack him crosses my mind we are instantaneously face to face. With my left hand gripped around his throat he frantically tries to pry it off but fails. He desperately reaches for his ax and as he does, with my right claw, I grab his upper arm and shatter the bones, digging my claws in deep, just about severing it.
He wildly throws punch after punch but I don’t feel a thing almost as if nothing is even hitting me. Pulling his face closer to mine, I let out a roar with such ferocity and power that it shakes the entire battlefield, while continuing to apply more and more pressure to his throat.
Feeling it collapsing within my grip, I thrust my free claws into his chest and unlike before something tells me to let go of the energy that is filling me. As soon as I do I notice that my black fur now has a sterling white pattern that resembles lightning stretching down my arms. As this power flows through me the silver fur illuminates and I feel like it’s flowing from my shoulders, through my chest, and into my arm, then into Mammon’s chest.
