120 Vol. 2 pt. 57 Patch 10.0: Something Stupid (1/2)

Yet, as much as Fenrir wants to tear out Alexander's neck from the feral instinct urging him onward, Alexander is not so easily defeated.

Alexander lets go of his sword to repeatedly punch Fenrir in the side of his head. His metal gauntlet only adds to the pain that Fenrir feels with every blow. Swordplay is not all that Alexander knows either as he manages to use his legs and single available arm to reverse positions with Fenrir and pin him down to the ground instead.

The only good thing about getting pinned down is that the sword is forced out from Fenrir's abdomen. Aside from that, Fenrir is quickly turning into a bloodied mess as Alexander relentlessly slams his fist into Fenrir's face.

Nell lifts her head and looks at what is happening.

Her beloved hero is pinned down on the ground with blood puddling beneath him and covering his face. This may just be a game, and she may have traumatic content disabled, but that does not prevent her from seeing the aftermath of Fenrir's face getting brutalized.

But Fenrir has not given up yet as he struggles against Alexander, grabbing his fist to stop him from punching him any further, and Nell has not given up either.

Nell uses her tail to get up onto her feet. Walking is difficult with how tightly she has been chained up, but with how distracted the men are, neither notice her approach until it is too late. She whips her serpentine tail around right into Alexander's head! The rough scales coating it grate against his flesh as the force of the blow knocks him off of Fenrir.

Alexander immediately gets back up and looks at her. The cloth that was previously tied around her head has been loosened enough to reveal her left eye, so he looks away from her before she has a chance of controlling him.

She may be chained up, but Fenrir is the one on the verge of death. Alexander is torn between which one of them he should kill first. Killing Fenrir would be the easiest but killing Nell while he still lives would piss off the wolf even more. Plus, killing her first will prevent him slipping up and accidentally looking at her. Killing her without looking at her might prove troublesome, but with the wolf hardly alive on the ground and her chained up, it shouldn't be too difficult.

But first, Alexander grabs the nearest sword on the ground and cuts apart the fishing line that has been holding back his right hand.

He then charges at Nell with the intent to finally kill her. Not letting her see his eyes means not looking directly in front of him, though, which means that he doesn't notice that Fenrir is the one standing before him.

When he looks up at Fenrir's eyes, he sees eyes glowing green and his forearms twisted into canid form, large claws protruding from his fingers.

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”I got you up, now it is your duty to finish the fight, yes?” Nell asks, releasing control of her hero.

”Thanks for the assist,” Fenrir says, hardly able to stand on his own, but he doesn't need to stand. He just needs to fall forward while swinging his arms as powerfully as he can.

Alexander stops his charge but does so too late. Fenrir's monstrous arms have already reached him. With Fenrir's left arm grabbing onto Alexander by the neck, his right arm swipes down at Alexander's chest and pierces through the armor with his wolfish claws.

Alexander's eyes go wide when he looks down at his chest. Five feral claws have punctured his armor and tore into his chest. The arm attached to those claws looks like a wolf's leg, but the rest of Fenrir aside from his ears and tail are clearly human still.

Fenrir is only able to stay standing by leaning against Alexander's body.

Alexander takes a few steps back, bumping into the wall of the captain's quarters, and then tries to raise his arm wielding the sword.

Fenrir takes his hand away from Alexander's neck and stabs its claws into his opponent's arm, causing Alexander's arm to fall limply to its side and the sword to the ground.

”Nell, do me a favor,” Fenrir grunts, looking over at Rod. He may not feel the full extent of the pain from the damage inflicted by Alexander, but he still feels half of it. ”Hand me Rod.”

It takes Nell a couple of moments to walk over to Rod, pick him up, and then bring him over to Fenrir, but she does and Fenrir takes Rod into his hand with the hand that just disabled Alexander's arm.

”You're lucky that I don't have my blessing, wolf. Your Feral wouldn't be able to stand up against an angel,” Alexander says, spitting blood onto Fenrir's face.

”That's a boring way of saying that you're mad you lost,” Fenrir says, spitting some blood onto Alexander's face to make things even.

Before Alexander can spit even more blood onto Fenrir's face, Fenrir presses Rod against Alexander's neck. The claws embedded into Alexander's chest get pulled out so that Fenrir can grip Rod with both hands to press with as much force as he can muster against Alexander's neck.