05-02-2008, 01:16 AM
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Andre's lip curled back over his teeth as the other's hands balled, but his remained perfectly hung at his side. His fingers didn't even twitch in response, though his lips spoke perfectly for the hands that were so well controlled. They lifted, twisted, sneered, and when the wolf spoke, they contorted viciously into a deep snarl. It wasn't a warning, now, it was anger. He might've been just as quick to fight in his Luperci form, but never having fought in his Optime form did not deter him. His feet hit the ground faster than he even though about doing it and his fist was cocked, was flying, for Ari on the dot.
There was no doubt that it was all haste. Andre was not the best fighter in the world, although all the experience would slowly add up, and haste was his god. He moved quickly and fell back quickly, never thinking for too long on what he had to do next. His motions were often choppy and, one could argue, incomplete, but they worked to confuse his opponent. Such haste was bred both of bloodlust and accumulated hate, hate that didn't originate from any source his own mind. His mind, and Hybrid's teachings so long ago, for even though the bastard had beat the shit out of him, he was still loyal to hating wolves.
And that showed in how quick he attacked.
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Andre's lip curled back over his teeth as the other's hands balled, but his remained perfectly hung at his side. His fingers didn't even twitch in response, though his lips spoke perfectly for the hands that were so well controlled. They lifted, twisted, sneered, and when the wolf spoke, they contorted viciously into a deep snarl. It wasn't a warning, now, it was anger. He might've been just as quick to fight in his Luperci form, but never having fought in his Optime form did not deter him. His feet hit the ground faster than he even though about doing it and his fist was cocked, was flying, for Ari on the dot.
There was no doubt that it was all haste. Andre was not the best fighter in the world, although all the experience would slowly add up, and haste was his god. He moved quickly and fell back quickly, never thinking for too long on what he had to do next. His motions were often choppy and, one could argue, incomplete, but they worked to confuse his opponent. Such haste was bred both of bloodlust and accumulated hate, hate that didn't originate from any source his own mind. His mind, and Hybrid's teachings so long ago, for even though the bastard had beat the shit out of him, he was still loyal to hating wolves.
And that showed in how quick he attacked.