Chapter 8 - A Feirce Battle prt. 1

I awoke the next night. I yawned as I sleepily got up. Batista was still asleep, and so was Waku. Waku was a sound sleeper... like Batista. Remaining quiet, I slipped out of my blankets and walked into the forest. I noticed a person sharpening what I thought was a sword. "Who are you...? And why are you pestering me?" asked the man. "I'm not obligated to answer you..." I replied back. "My name is Talon... and you are...?" he asked. "If you must know, my name is Dameon. Dameon Latino Guerrero." I answered him back. "Well, Dameon, I must say, for a Rouge Goth, you are quite the cute one." Talon laughed. I clenched my teeth together. "Hm... I would like to see your battle skills Rouge Goth." Talon demanded, taking out his sword.

"Forget it, I'm not fighting you." I told him. "I thought so... Then I will just make the first move then..." Talon dissapeared, and re-appeared behind me! He sliced down on my shoulder. I let out a yelp of deep pain. Tears streaked down my face as the pain set in throughout my body. I felt myself changing. A black arura formed around me. My eyes were glowing a blood red, I grew my fangs, and my claws grew out. My tears turned to tears of blood. "Ahh... quite the fiesty one." Talon snickered. I lurched forward. I was in my full Wolf Demon form. I let out a howl. "AWOOOOOOOOO!" I cried. Leaves crunched under the weight of the running Waku.

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