Roar and stuff. There, I gave you your wish! Now let Haku at least have one hit just so that he will not be completely humiliated! Q_Q  500+
The male silently gritted his teeth at this whole situation. There was a flicker of excitement attached to it all though. This was not one of Haku’s usual opponents. It was one that had seemingly turned fighting into some kind of art. The Lilium had never bothered to learn about martial arts, because few else seemed to give it thoughts anyway. He believed in brute force and willpower more than anything, but he had this sneaky suspicion this fight would not turn out to his advantage. The male was faster and had a completely unknown technique that he had not seen before, and so Haku’s usual way of fighting was close to pointless. Still, he had gotten some entertainment, sure, but that was not what this was about. The Dahlian male usually fought either in basic wolf or secui form, not the more complicated luperci form. Against a master in martial arts, he did not have good chances. Well, his chances has been better than they were now, he was sure. To fight with weapons was something he somewhat disliked. He liked the older more traditional ways of the wolf, but it seemed it was a dying path. He could of course attempt to learn techniques that were similar to the coyote’s if he absolutely needed it, but the male seemed to have gone past a stage where such things seemed less attractive. Haku did what he wanted; this was simply not the level of fighting that was advantageous to him.
It was almost by instinct he raised the bat with both hands to parry the golf club that came crushing down on him from above. Clever, very clever. Metal beats wood. The wood was thicker than the club, and the wood had also been hardened, but Haku’s experience with weapons was rather poor. He stepped slowly backwards as he utterly focused on parrying the crushing blows the now superior male sent in every direction. Loud clashes of metal and wood were now the dominant sounds that sounded through the deserted toy store. The full blooded wolf was calmer than he should be in this pressured situation, but to slowly admit defeat did not give the chocolate and cream man any deep mental troubles. His tightened jaws slowly loosened as the blows kept coming for him, and his furrowed forehead smoothened out as the man reached his usual calm again, no matter if he was about to lose the fight that seemed to have become a mortal one. Whatever. Haku did not want to be pressured all the way back against one of the shelves. It was over any way, and he accepted that. After a last parry, he ignored the golf club that came down from above, and only threw our his arm to slow the blow so that it would not be powerful enough crack his skull while he swung the bat against the man’s side.
Haku’s blow was not a vital one, but it would hurt enough if it hit. The coyote’s blow came down hard enough despite the handle hit his raised arm first. The Lilium felt a small river of something warm start its journey down the side of his head, but that was the last sensation that was noticed before the shadows in the store extended from their rightful places and filled his whole world with something dark and sticky he could not escape from. The limb body of the Lilium hit the floor with a limb dump, it was over. |
