A minute passed, Alpha Walter changes into his human form and was now fighting with the Beta and third in command of Whiteland. They battled destructively as he drove his heel into the Beta's kneecap, clamping his leg, and then seizing advantage of his momentary surprise, he crouched forward and shoved backward at the enemy's head with a disregard wood in his hand as the latter howls in genuine misery. "Arrrggh!" Suddenly, the third in command was flailing to and fro to dislodge the death grip Walter had on his head.
"f**k!" it murmured. His clutch on Alpha Walter's arm had slackened in the attempt, and it forced the warrior to lower his. As soon as Alpha Walter's feet reached the dirt once more, he let go of his hand, wriggled about, and provided the enemy a hearty headband, and rock
