The Wolf's Howl
The grinding of glass, fractals of neon green assembling at the head of the sledgehammer, forming into a hand. The four of them gaze onto the mysterious figure, eyes glowing green with a snicker in his face. The figure grips it tight, then shoves its hand with extreme force, resulting in the handle hitting C’s stomach. “Watch out!” Arronn shouts with blue glowing eyes, his palms facing C. A blue force field lining every inch of C, just a second before the handle comes in contact with C’s abdomen. THUD! C plops down on the ground, face first, the blue force field surrounding him shielding his fall. “You lil–” He uses his hand to prop himself up. “Now you are going to be a nuisance.” The grinding of glass audible behind Arronn, who’s eyes widened from the sudden British accent whi
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