Novel & Cerita Wolf Smash Bros Brawl

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

***** ***** *** ***** *** ** **BACK TO PRESENT** Fred stormed out of the room with full force attacking any incoming opponent, he began fighting as he dodged several attacks of some wolves whilst launching a deadly hit. It then became a bloody feud, many wolves were injured because the attack was something they had not prepared for, Fred launched a heavy backslash at the Alpha of the opponent pack, bringing him to the ground. But before he could launch another deadly blow at him, there was a heavy explosion behind him which distracted him.

Brody was good though, and I knew he was capable of winning this. I had faith we'd end the night as part of the chosen four. Tabitha blew her whistle, signalling the start of the round. The wolf with the shaved head hit first, throwing his fists against my friend at an inhuman pace. I grimaced, seeing Brody stagger back. This is why he was hard to beat, he was fast. Brody was a tank though and could take it.

** Naya We had been practicing this routine for some weeks now. Mz. Swan had shown us this technique through an ancient text in the library. The movements were a hybrid between dance and a war cry. It was an ancient tribal dance meant to elicit fear in our enemies. It was more martial arts than dance but flowed in the same 8-beat rhythm of a typical dance routine. It was Mz. Swans’ idea to use swords in the routine as a “prop.” Wolves don’t need weapons since we are the weapon, though we are still trained in them. I felt she used them now in case something happened at the game tomorrow; Kamari wouldn’t be left defenseless.

His three other guys shifted into their wolves, while Heron keeps his vision on the one holding me hostage. An immediate brawl commenced which lasted less than two minutes. My breathing ramps up as I covertly cheer for the good guys to triumph. The bad guys charged and clawed at Sage and Forbes, but the powerful wolves dodge their hits while applying their own to the enemies’ bellies and ribs, tearing out the flesh. Sage trampled on the opponent's right paw, then clamped down on his jugular, breaking the bone.

Blinking, my unstoppable wolf looked at the beta wolf who had attacked us. Snarling loudly, the Beta launched at Stormy, biting his shoulder, before clawing his side. He was aiming for the neck, since a wound there could be lethal. “That’s why I told you that I should wear a thick leather very-manly scarf while fighting. But you don’t listen to me Grant!” Stormy grumbled in my mind, dodging the attack. My wolf jumped to the side and was about to run for his life when toxic smoke surrounded us from behind. Stormy jumped around moving 360 degrees like the superheroes in the movies he liked to watch.

Liam braced himself for the impact, his instincts kicking in as he prepared to fight for his life. The two wolves clashed, their teeth and claws biting into each other's flesh. Liam could feel the rogue's strength, but he refused to back down. He fought back with all his might, twisting and turning, trying to find a weakness. The rogue was relentless, but Liam was quick and agile, and he managed to knock the rogue off balance.

I powered up my bot, ready to showcase my dynamic anthropomorphic design… And it exploded. The blast tore through me, leaving me critically injured, and I was rushed to the ICU. With me out of the picture, Adrian sailed to victory with two million in prize money, a personal mentorship under a legendary scientist, and a golden future laid out before him. Meanwhile, I lay in a hospital bed, clinging to life. Then came the final blow: the competition staff announced that my robot contained large amounts of flammable and explosive materials, implying I had planned to sabotage the event and had blown myself up in the process.

She gasped out in pain and soon I lost awareness of what I was doing. Camille's loud screams brought me back to reality and then I let go of her wrist which was pale white. She crawled away from me, gripping her wounded wrist. "What the hell, Blade!!!" "I'm sorry." I said, confused. "So what am I, Camille?" She rose up and washed her wrist under the tap and then injected herself with sowmthign before returning to the mat. "Am I a Vampire?" I asked, terrified. She laughed. "No, Blade. You're a wolf but not an ordinary one."