Helotes struggled to catch his breath, he could always feel his chest bruising where the male at struck him. He watched with pin-prick pupils as the make set himself upon Symera, who true to her abilities did not back down, though she was but a third the wolf’s size. The male had her pinned, but she was a wiry one, like a snake attempted to slip from his grasp as she struck him in the face with her claws. The male cried out at the contact, but it just seemed to infuriate him more and Helotes watched, seemingly in slow motion, as enormous jaws made to clamp down on the young ones throat and snuff out her life.

It was then that Helotes felt his breath return to him, and like an inferno rose up from his back, a veritable roar escaping black lips, fangs flashing silver in the low light, and he jumped upon the wolf’s backside. Claws and teeth sunk deep into flesh, letting forth small fountains of red as Helotes clung to beast, which began to buck like a possessed stallion. Helotes held on, each jerk sending talons deeper past skin, past muscle. The wolf howled in pain, giving a large twist and sending the smaller coyote male flying off to the side. Helotes hit the ground with a sicken thud, the air once again forced from his aching lungs.

He tried to right himself then, wheezing, he lifted his upper body. His crimson stained mane hung in his eyes like a curtain, a curtain through which he watched as the insane wolf turned again to face Symera, who foolishly hadn’t run when given the chance. That girl had some fight in her, and she did not seem willing to back down, even in the face of such an adversary. Helotes began to ready himself for another attack, as he watched the giant come down upon the small coyote girl again. He was going to kill her if this didn’t end quickly!

The monstrous gray wolf enveloped small Symera under its huge paws, and Helotes saw red spurt from where its talons dug into her flesh. Helotes did not hear if she cried out in pain, for the roaring grunt of the secui wolf drowned out all sound. Blood pounded in Helotes ears as he finally righted himself, his chest aching as if it had been punctured. Still gasping for air he launched himself towards the enemy just as enormous jaws clamped down on Symera’s scruff. The wolf lifted her, she looked like a rag doll in comparison, though not limp, for the wiry girl struggled in his grip, still trying to inflict pain upon the brute.

The wolf gave one massive shake of his head, whipping the coy-gal around. Helotes knew he would continue this motion until her body was torn away from her pelt by the power of it. Helotes would not let this happen. The dark Lykoi struck then, jaws clamping onto the wolf’s throat, hot blood spurting immediately into his mouth. It was a sickening taste, like the blood of a dead thing, but Helotes locked on with no intention of releasing. He was not sure what happened next, but he heard the thud of Symera being dropped to the ground, and the roar of the wolf renewed as he shook to rid himself of Helotes. But it was no use; with every shake Helotes dug his fangs deeper, and even managed to attach the rest of his body to the underside of the wolf with his claws. He hung on, as the wolf rolled and bucked and ripped at him. He felt no pain, the warrior beast inside him numbing it all and giving him an incredible will to hold on.

The blood kept pouring in bouts into his mouth, and Helotes shot one umber eye towards where Symera had fallen, but she was gone. Good, she had run off, probably to get Halo. But suddenly, there was the unmistakable snarling and grunting of the young Hastati above him, and though he could not see much past the heaving mass of the wolf, he could see slender gray claws digging into rib flesh. HA! So she hadn’t run off, the haughty little female had stayed to bring this beast down! Helotes turned all his attention to the wolf again, who had started to gasp and gurgle and slow as his life slowly drained away into Helotes’ maw. Finally, what seemed like an eternity later, the wolf faltered, stumbled. Seeing his chance Helotes finally released, his jaws aching from being locked for so long. Helotes stepped back for a moment, seeing Symera had done the same, though her jaws were still working deep flesh wounds on the backside of the wolf. The yellow eyes of the dying beast looked up at him, blood pouring from his mouth and out of his throat as well as the other wounds he had sustained. Helotes was drenched crimson, and it smelled horrible, but all his attention was focused on the beast. Gasping the wolf tried one more futile lunge at him, "You BASTARDS!" it yelled with the voice of a demon, but then Helotes silenced it forever.

With one fell swoop of his massive claws Helotes made contact with the bottom jaw of the wolf; there was a sickening “pop” as the jaw was released from the wolf’s skull and went flying several feet away. For a moment the wolf, still living, looked at Helotes shocked, his pink tongue lolling out of the gaping hole that was now his maw, before crashing down before the coyote male, in a bloody and very much dead mess.

Helotes stood there for a moment, still gasping, looking down at the body before him. He then quickly made a mental note of his injuries, which, lucky for him were not too extensive, though he would surely need to go visit Enkiel. He then looked over at Symera, who though bleeding slightly from the small punctures wounds where the wolf has dug his claws, she looked no worse for wear. They both were very lucky this night. Helotes then raised his snout to the sky and let out a long howl, beckoning Ezekiel. He then took a knee, giving himself a moment to just breath.