Aussie_Wolf
Prowling for hugs
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Wulf was in shock and that almost got him killed. One of the newly made Basrams had snuck up behind him and aimed a blow at his head. Only a yell from Jura saved him as he ducked and the blow instead caught him a glancing wound on his shoulder. Still it stung and bled freely and he lost some movement in his arm.
Growling he backhand swiped at his opponent and managed to catch his own arm with a crushing blow, but he just smiled and cut his own throat. Suddenly he was facing two Basrams that were fully healed. Damn this was against the rules. How were they supposed to stop this? Every time they got close to defeating an opponent it merely killed itself and two more appeared fully healed.
His idea was sound yet it took too long to implement. They needed some way to take out all the Basrams so they could not kill themselves and without them killing them. He looked around trying to find something. A net would be ideal but he doubted one would just show up because he needed it. Still a rope or anything else would be good.
He watched as Nye used the Tridents to their full advantage. Instead of going for their hearts or heads she aimed for their arms, taking out their ability to fight. Wulf saw this but then saw what could happen.
"Silver Tooth, Borba, knock out the ones Nye cripples then put them all in one place and guard them. Don't let the others near them." They looked puzzled for a moment then comprehension dawned on their faces. If another one killed them then two more would spring up and their troubles would have been wasted.
"Jura, lets show these others what we are capable of."
Wulf normally hated to do this but he allowed his fighting spirit to take over and he went Beserk. Ignoring minor sword wounds, his speed doubled as did his strength and he powered into his foes, breaking bones and stopping just short of killing them. Jura smiled in glee and the big dragon man joined him in the destruction, finally glad he had a reason to go all out.
Growling he backhand swiped at his opponent and managed to catch his own arm with a crushing blow, but he just smiled and cut his own throat. Suddenly he was facing two Basrams that were fully healed. Damn this was against the rules. How were they supposed to stop this? Every time they got close to defeating an opponent it merely killed itself and two more appeared fully healed.
His idea was sound yet it took too long to implement. They needed some way to take out all the Basrams so they could not kill themselves and without them killing them. He looked around trying to find something. A net would be ideal but he doubted one would just show up because he needed it. Still a rope or anything else would be good.
He watched as Nye used the Tridents to their full advantage. Instead of going for their hearts or heads she aimed for their arms, taking out their ability to fight. Wulf saw this but then saw what could happen.
"Silver Tooth, Borba, knock out the ones Nye cripples then put them all in one place and guard them. Don't let the others near them." They looked puzzled for a moment then comprehension dawned on their faces. If another one killed them then two more would spring up and their troubles would have been wasted.
"Jura, lets show these others what we are capable of."
Wulf normally hated to do this but he allowed his fighting spirit to take over and he went Beserk. Ignoring minor sword wounds, his speed doubled as did his strength and he powered into his foes, breaking bones and stopping just short of killing them. Jura smiled in glee and the big dragon man joined him in the destruction, finally glad he had a reason to go all out.