FLASHBACK
Seven years ago...
With hands inside his pocket, Atlas looked over Light Venom's territory, smirking as he observed from outside of their barricades.
At least five guards in the exterior, and more inside. Barging in by force would be difficult, but nice requests were not reviewed. He tried to ask kindly, but was denied a few times.
He was tired of it. After spending years training soldiers, he could easily assess a werewolf's strength and skill through looking intently. On their body's built. Muscles, compact or lose, and movement of those under their skin.
They were averagely trained, bodies barely bulk. He had easily taken down ten men all at once, some stronger than Light Venom's guards.
What a weak defense. Maybe it was because they were not afraid of attacks at all, be
