153 Vol. 3 pt. 23 Patch 4.0: A Cat is Fine Too (1/2)

Setting Rod down to embrace that feral instinct surging within him, Fenrir charges at his final target and feels his body changing mid-charge.

His arms grow slightly longer and thicker with muscle, a short coat of fur grows over them, and sharp claws protrude from his fingers.

Then he stops in his tracks when he makes a disturbing realization.

He notices that he basically looks like those characters from anime or games whom wear giant, oversized animal paw gloves. His arms and hands may not be as dramatically oversized as theirs, but it is a comparison that he cannot just let slide.

It's almost enough for him to completely shove his feral desires into the depths of his mind to return his arms to normal.

But, before he can be ashamed enough to do that, the crab that he was charging at decides to charge at him instead.

One of its pincers slams down into the sand where he was just standing! A cloud of sand is kicked up by the sheer force of impact. The crabs may be somewhat slow and awkward when it comes to fighting, but when they actually manage to land a hit, they can deal a ton of damage.

They're basically glass cannons when he thinks about it.

Fenrir lands a few feet away from where the crab hit the sand.

”Alright. That's how you want to play it? Then let's try my claws versus yours,” Fenrir borderline growls at the crab.

Now he's realizing that he is not only reciting cheesy dialogue, but he is reciting cheesy dialogue at a crab.

”How did I become this way?” Fenrir asks himself.

He hears Rock let out a surprised yelp.

Turning around to check on her, he worries when he first sees what sort of situation she's in… and then he wants to laugh.

The crab that Rock went after is holding her up inside of its pincers. Each of those mighty, giant pincers are squeezing around Rock's body in the air, but they are not making even the slightest indent into Rock's body.

She's even hanging her tongue out and panting. Rock looks more confused than worried.

Then she turns her head, remembers that she's supposed to be killing the crab that is swinging her around in the air trying to crack her open, and starts barking and snarling.

Her tail wagging against its left pincer is doing more damage to the pincer than its pincer is doing to her.

”You're something else, Rock,” Fenrir says before returning his attention to his own crab.

He narrowly dodges another fist from the crab by jumping out of the way. It looks like the crab wants to take him up on that cheesy challenge he offered it.

”Let's see just how strong my arms are like this,” he says to himself, getting ready with balled fists for the crab's next attack.

The crab swings its left pincer at him like it's throwing a punch, and Fenrir does the same with his right arm.

His wolfen fist slams directly into the crab's pincer.

Fenrir immediately winces from pain and wants to pull his arm back, but he sees his punch through and manages to knock the crab's claw back with fragments missing from its shell and cracks running throughout it.

The crab swings its right pincer at him now, and Fenrir replies with his left fist.

Knowing just how much pain to expect, he puts even more force behind his punch to make his enemy hurt just as much as he does.

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The crab's right claw hangs limply at its side, getting dragged through the sand as it tries backing away from Fenrir. Its left claw still works but is heavily damaged.

Fenrir looks down at his hands. His left hand is fine since he put more force into the punch and more easily overwhelmed the crab. But his right hand, which he met the crab with almost equal force with at first, hurts and got scraped against the rough shell to cause some minor bleeding. Nothing too serious, just painful.

”I don't want you to suffer for too long. Even if you're just being controlled by the overseer right now, I feel kind of bad seeing you try to get away from me dragging your claw like that, so let's finish this,” Fenrir tells the fleeing crab.

There is something in mind that he wants to try which he knows is going to messy and edgy, but also cool.

He runs directly at the crab, fists ready to attack.

The crab's only working claw comes slamming down into him, but he blocks its closed grasp with one arm while his other arm lunges forward between the crab's eyes.

His sharp, canid claws pierce straight through the shell and tear through its brain.

The crab's legs give out and it collapses to the sand.