I was never Human
"Damn. I hate it when I'm right."
I said to myself. I took my ready position, waiting for him to attack. He ran at me, punching, and I blocked with the sword, shocked that his hands weren't cut. I guess he can use that blue flame like a shield for them. Hit after hit, I blocked. One of the pack soldiers came running over. I thought it was for assistance until I realized, he, too, had no scent. I frowned. He drew his sword and pretended to swing at the man, but I knew he would redirect it to me. I stepped back and ducked. I stood quickly and kicked the sword from his hand, then did a spin kick, landing right in his gut, which sent him flying across the room, hitting tables. I knew that had to