Derek
Flickering. That's what they were doing.
In a match such as this, we should have won without much trouble. True, ten of our number were omegas, but they counted as bodies, and they had some rudimentary skills. The Howling Rivers warriors were positively lethal, with all of their training and resources. Lionel was doing as well as I was. Better, even, I had to grudgingly admit.
But we weren't winning. That much was clear. They didn't seem to be going for the kill either, only incapacitating. But four omegas were down for the count, with injuries that would take them a day or two to heal completely. And I was finding myself struggling to land my teeth or claws where I wanted them. It seemed one moment they were there, the next they were in a slightly different place.
It was more ma
