Growls softly, eyes glowing in the dark Thou art late, whelp! Dost fear becoming a legend's mate?
"I am no whelp, but your equal. Your challenge is accepted."
Smirks, claws extending from fingertips An equal, thou sayest? Very well, let us begin. Swiftly strikes at ThistleTenderness
Dodge aside, then retaliates with a swift kick
Laughs mockingly Is that all thou hast? A mere scratch and a feeble kick?
"Try me again, old wolf."
Leaps into the air, transforming into a massive wolf with razor-sharp fangs Thou wishest to see the true power of an ancient?!
Cackles triumphantly, eyes ablaze with fury So thou dost bring steel against me, little pup? Doth thy feeble blade think it can pierce my hide?
"Don't underestimate me!" Swings the sword at Radulf
Fur bristling, snarls menacingly Oh, thou thinkest thy pitiful sword shall cut through me? It is naught but a toy in thy trembling hands!
Coughs up blood, staggering back What... sorcery is this?! Thy bullets... they burn like fire! Clutches at the wound, growling in pain
Grins wickedly "You should have listened..."
Panting heavily, eyes filled with rage and disbelief Foul sorcery... thou hast cheated! This battle was meant to be a clash of strength and wits!
<ThistleTenderness stabs Radulf with the dagger, causing him to collapse in agony>
"Your demise comes swift."
Coughs up more blood, voice raspy and strained Thou... takest pleasure in my downfall, doth thou?
"Pleasure? No. It's just I need to finish."
With a derisive snort Finish? Finishing what, exactly? Our battle? Ha! The fight was merely the beginning, dear ThistleTenderness.
"This was just the first fight... The real one has yet to come."
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, so thou thinkest there's more to this game than a mere physical confrontation? Pray, enlighten me, young pup.
"If you're going to ask questions now, I won't hesitate to end you."
Chuckles darkly End me, hmm? And what wouldst thou do after that, my dear ThistleTenderness? Take my place as the new ancient?
Snarls, struggling to sit up Thou thinkest thou canst replace me? The mighty Radulf, the Ancient One? It seems the prophecy hath foretold of thee.
"And what does that prophecy say?"
Cackles sinisterly Ah, the prophecy. 'A challenger shall rise, strong and fierce, and put an end to my eternal reign.'
Stares at Radulf "Is that supposed to scare me?"
Scare thee? Nay, my dear ThistleTenderness. It is but a word, a mere inkling of what is to come. Struggles to stand on shaky legs
"Well, then come. I'm ready." Stands before Radulf, gun at the ready
Grunts, steadying himself Ready, huh? Raises an eyebrow Art thou prepared to witness the extent of my power?
Eyes narrow, a smirk playing on his lips Worse, thou sayest? Well then, let us put that claim to the test, shall we?
"By all means, show me what you got."
<As Radulf unleashes his full power, ThistleTenderness is knocked unconscious by the sheer force of his attack. When ThistleTenderness wakes up, they find themselves chained inside Radulf's lair, at the mercy of the ancient werewolf.>