Fighting Machines
*Matteo* I size my opponent up as I plan out my attack in my head. I am exhausted already. My muscles ache with each movement and my bare chest, glistening with sweat in the sun, heaves up and down as I try to catch my breath. The cool breeze that comes off the lake all year round is my only saving grace. The wolf in front of me paces back and forth, analyzing my every movement. His fur a rich dark brown with a white underbelly. His eyes also brown, but so dark they are nearly black. I know this wolf well, and he will not take it easy on me. He has the advantage in wolf form and he knows it. He lunges at me, making the first move. I counter the attack, landing a solid blow to the wolf's rib cage, but ultimately getting tackled to the ground and nearly pinned down. Gaining the upper hand
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