The fight in the forest was continuing between Frank and the Altered hunter. It seemed both of them had underestimated their opponent. After the black furred wolf had been hit by the strange feathers, it didn't make it easy for Sadie to use them again.
The beast was now making sure to take cover by running between the trees making it hard for her to hit him. Still, once in a while an attack would land, but it didn't seem to matter much because the Werewolf would just pull the feathers out, its body healing the damage.
'That thing's healing speed is seriously annoying! Argh, why did we have to be near a forest?! Even if I fly up I can't use my full strength attacks!' Sadies was frustrated with the situation, and soon felt the Werewolf pounce on top of her. The White Rose agent covered her body wrapping herself in wings.
The two claws were surprisingly able to grip onto them tightly, and she could feel slight pain, scrunching up her face. Her wings were harder than normal steel, and it had been a while since she had felt pain like this. The woman started to flap them, hoping that the beast would let go, but it had already dug its claws into her brown wing, blood dripping from it.
“Frank, a little help would be nice!” Sadie shouted. She didn't feel like she was in trouble, but she knew that with her partner's help it would be far easier to deal with this strange Altered.
“I'm not having it so easy myself, ya know!” Frank shouted back. He had already chosen to place his wings back into his body. During the fight he had been hit by the seared sword a few times, and he still felt the pain. The weapon was a high class one.
Right now, Frank was using his hands, which looked like talons. Some of his fingers almost looked like they were glued together with a single large thick nail at the end. He and the large Altered Hunter exchanged several clashes, as Frank moved out of the way, yet he was the one forced to block more than he had the chance to attack, but at least his claws were able to take the heat coming from the weapon.
“Do you have a death wish, kid?!” An annoyed voice came from inside the vehicle, slamming the car door open. Someone had gotten out, but the light was shining too bright for him to make out who it was.
“What the-- Why are you naked?! What's with all those scratches? Just what the hell happened to you?” The person asked, the anger in his voice replaced with worry.
Chapter end
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