Punches rained in on her body, spots of pain at joints, her ankle, the back of her knee as the boxer circled close, using her own size and endowment as cover. Luc span trying to pursue him, cheeks burning as her frustration boiled over inside.

HP: 51/60

Then came another jab at her back. And another damn step on her tail!

HP: 50/60

She didn’t care for the new pain that came as she lashed it up, and felt the human stagger off balance, bludgeoned by the massive limb. Everything was red, she’d break this little FLY.

Her backwards kick missed but he retreated out of caution, bringing him back into view as she suddenly tackled to him. There was no boxing, no karate, no martial arts. Instead a massive claws streaked through the air and shorn part of Vince’s hair off as he dodged, wide eyed. Then the other paw slammed into his gut.

The heavy, broad man flew a half dozen feet, smashing into a covered table. The huge werewolf pursued, heedless of her chest bouncing, of the gasps and whistles. There was just fury and foe.

He jabbed as she came close, heavy punched smashing into her snout. 49/60. Nothing. Luc’s paw clapped around his neck one handed and raised him, high enough that his legs flailed without touching the floor as a monstrous growl rumbled from her chest, fur bristled and hackles raised over a maw of sharpened fangs.

Another punch, an impact to her elbow, a kick. They barely registered as Luc didn’t flinch, keeping him raised, as Vince’s frustration turned to panic.

“Wow- yield, yield, that’s plenty!” He gasped, breathes pushing between her claws. She could probably break him with a squeeze, get the crimson life from inside.

“NICELY DONE!” A booming voice distracted her. Ear’s twitching, Luc turned to see hard eyes meeting her own from below. Ed was maybe twenty feet away, a hand on his hip under his jacket, eyes cold, hard and focussed. “That’s enough, you’ve shown your stuff. Put him down.”

Oh. Right. Sparring. Interview. Job. Money. Game. Normalcy. The series of logic resolved in her mind, and Luc dropped him, blinked the rage away as she hastily shoved her tanktop back over the escapee.

“Satisfied? Technique is one thing, but some people are naturally gifted.” She gave a forced grin at the defeated thug.

“Plenty of potential, that’s true. Pair that potential with actual training and lessons? Then you’ll have something to brag about.” Ed’s smile was like stone, but he stepped forwards and offered a hand, letting her huge paw envelop it. “Welcome to Watchdog, Direwolf.”

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Special double bill today! These pieces came as an idea together, so I drew them together, just to try and capture both sides of Luc. Sure she’s a self conscious nerd, but she’s also nearly nine feet of muscle and supernatural horror stories. She can be scary!