Post by Magda on Dec 14, 2010 14:12:59 GMT -5
The other Werewolf spoke of honour as if it held any place in this sort of world. Here nobody fought for honour or with rules. Here you fought to kill and to survive. This Wolf needed to get his head back down to planet Earth quickly, or his throat would be slit whilst his head was too busy in the clouds. He’d better get down off his honourable pedestal quickly; it was far too dangerous for him up there.
Well, sweetheart, I'd really appreciate you stepping back.
Magda looked him straight in the eye and said quite simply: “No.”
Then her eyes flashed back to the Angel, who she assumed had weighed up her killing potential the second she’d dropped down into the road. Now she knew it was a matter of who he would attack first: if he went for the other Wolf then he’d have the very fast Magda sinking fangs into his back before he could land a single blow. If he went for her, then the one who was apparently called ‘Hunter’ would be away from the danger temporarily.
The Angel’s gaze settled on the other Wolf, and Magda, expecting him to attack the male, tensed and readied herself to slide into wolf form and attack. But the Angel swung around and ran for her. That surprised her a little, and it would have been enough to catch her with the swing of that hammer and the attack of the spear tip if it hadn’t been for the simple fact that Magda had immortal speed on her side and he just did not. So his sprint, to her, seemed to be so very very slow.
That being the case, Magda had time to prepare. She held her spot before swinging her entire body weight quickly to the left with the help of a spin. She swerved the hammer swing and felt the spear tip snag and rip the cloth of her shirt as she whirled out of the way. Twisting herself around to face the Angel again, Magda raised her guns and aimed for the Angel’s legs. Evasion and counter strike had always been much easier and more effective for her than attack.
If she managed to injure rather than kill, this Angel could be a treasure trove of information.
Well, sweetheart, I'd really appreciate you stepping back.
Magda looked him straight in the eye and said quite simply: “No.”
Then her eyes flashed back to the Angel, who she assumed had weighed up her killing potential the second she’d dropped down into the road. Now she knew it was a matter of who he would attack first: if he went for the other Wolf then he’d have the very fast Magda sinking fangs into his back before he could land a single blow. If he went for her, then the one who was apparently called ‘Hunter’ would be away from the danger temporarily.
The Angel’s gaze settled on the other Wolf, and Magda, expecting him to attack the male, tensed and readied herself to slide into wolf form and attack. But the Angel swung around and ran for her. That surprised her a little, and it would have been enough to catch her with the swing of that hammer and the attack of the spear tip if it hadn’t been for the simple fact that Magda had immortal speed on her side and he just did not. So his sprint, to her, seemed to be so very very slow.
That being the case, Magda had time to prepare. She held her spot before swinging her entire body weight quickly to the left with the help of a spin. She swerved the hammer swing and felt the spear tip snag and rip the cloth of her shirt as she whirled out of the way. Twisting herself around to face the Angel again, Magda raised her guns and aimed for the Angel’s legs. Evasion and counter strike had always been much easier and more effective for her than attack.
If she managed to injure rather than kill, this Angel could be a treasure trove of information.