Young Writers Society

Foxy felt sick.

It was stupid to feel sick right now. Their lives were on the line. It wasn't the first time that he had seen death; it probably wouldn't be the last. But this was different. For a moment, he had been so caught up in the adrenaline that his brain hadn't actually registered that they'd have to hurt the wolves. Helena had gone farther than that. She had slit their throats with an ease Foxy could never have.

And Erevan-

Foxy glanced over, flames still dancing at the tips of his fingers. Erevan had just pierced the nearest wolf's heart with his sword's blade with a swiftness and calmness that just didn't seem real. Suddenly, Foxy felt like he was back home - on the world he was supposed to be on - with Diane at the zoo. Diane was cooing over one of the exhibits like she always did. Wolves didn't seem as dangerous when they were wandering around a little enclosure.

God, Foxy missed Diane right now.

A wolf - one of the last few still standing - started to make its way to him. It had anger in its eyes. Foxy held his hand out, desperately hoping that the wolf would just run. Why did they have to have such a strong pack mentality?

Erevan shifted nearby.

He readied his sword.

And then he saw the way Foxy was thrusting the fire towards the wolf - in a way that was supposed to look dramatic to everyone else, but was actually just a frantic, last ditch effort to save the poor thing's life.

Erevan lowered his sword.

Smoke billowed in the wolf's direction. Suddenly noticing the fire and realizing it was the only one in its pack besides the one that was protecting Siren, the wolf ran back into the woods.

"That be a good fight," Foxy said, making the flames disappear as he took a tiny, deep breath. "Me just wish ye all left more for me."

The wolves charged out of the bush...slowly. Harry was honestly expecting these so called "Dire wolves" to at least be somewhat fast but...nope...despite being faster than regular wolves, these things were still slow enough to make it painfully boring to watch as they bounded towards them.

Harry quickly stifled a yawn as he stepped forward slowly and waited for the wolf to pounce. Finally, one of them did, baring it's sharp yellow teeth. He contemplated the best way to react.

Around him, he could see the others engaging in battle. She could see Helena's face slowly contort in pain as a wolf bit down on her shoulder. It was painful to watch as he saw individual cells breaking apart. He let out a wince of sympathy and decided focus on the wolf in front of him was more important.

As it drifted closer, he realized the wolf's breath stinked. They clearly did not brush their teeth out in the wilderness. He was trying very hard to decide between jumping out of the way, punching the thing right in its teeth and shocking it with lightning. The first second option seemed a tad too violent to open with...ruining his uniform with wolf blood would be inconvenient. Tasing the thing would probably be fun but perhaps a bit too direct to open with. Yeah, he had only made on pun so far. Sidestepping was the way to start things off.

He moved to the side and let the wolf barrel past...or at least that's what it would look like to the rest. Another wolf immediately jumped up to take the previous one's place, not to mention the other one was turning. Great. There were two of them. And for good measure two more were running towards him from either side. Apparently the wolves like glowing blue snack food. Harry shrugged and tried desperately to stifle another yawn as he quickly stretched his fingers. It was time for some tactical zapping.

He spread his hands...allowing charge to build up on his arms. He spun on the spot, using the ballet lessons he'd taken several lifetimes ago to spin around gracefully in a pirouette...zapping each of the wolves in turn with a satisfied smirk on his face. Going undercover as a ballerina all those years ago and learning actual ballet being proven for the thousandth time as being totally worth it despite what his sister said.

He jumped out of the fray, knowing the four wolves were only stunned and very much going to be coming after him. This was going to be a fun warm up routine. He resisted the urge to suddenly start doing stretches.

He let the wolves chase him for a bit, making them run in a nice circle, making sure that he himself was moving slow enough to appear to be the speed of a decent cheetah...not quite wanting to show off just how fast he was.

After a single lap was completed, Harry turned to face the wolves. He let out a sigh. Time to end this. They didn't have all day after all. Harry pointed his palm at the nearest wolf, the bright blue spot of translucent skin in the center lighting up brightly as it began to crackle with enough electricity to knock the creatures out for a few hours. He didn't particularly feel like killing any of them at the moment, they were far too adorable for that. Especially the one that the girl had befriended.

He burst into action, pretending to dodge and weave as the wolves fell down one by one, unconscious. Soon, the last one collapsed right at his feet. Harry looked up, flashing a bright smile to everyone nearby.