Club Exterior and Alleys

[Katrina]

Katrina stood, lightly tossing the girl's body into a corner. Delicately licking her lips, she watched Eli turn to face the other wolf. With one gliding movement, Katrina leapt to the fire escape that hung to the left of the two wolves. "Dinner and entertainment as well - how divine." She spoke it quietly, a smile playing on her lips.

"Teach him some manners, Eli." She spoke loud enough to be heard over the growls. She had nothing to fear from the other wolf - both because of Eli and her faith in her own substantial power - especially after just feeding. Her eyes gleamed as she watched. If Eli kills this insolent pup - how lovely! I wonder if he belongs to a pack... this could make from all kinds of entertainment.

Dangling a leg over the fire escape ledge, she settled in to watch her beast at work.

[Eli]

Eli returned the snarl in full, opened his jaws wide, and lowering to all fours as every hackle across his back and shoulders shot up as if electrified. His snarl didn't die away, and he rocked his shoulder blades up and down, almost like a prowling tiger biding its time.

Hearing the command from Katrina, he snapped his jaws together, ears flattening back against his solid skull... before piling on the speed, and charging full-force at the other wolf; the impact would hold enough power to shatter bones in any mortal, but if the black lycanthrope was quick on his feet, he might be able to avoid some of the collision.

[Nick]

Knowing what a foolish move taking a risk to glance at the speaker would have been, Nick had kept his amber eyes on the other werewolf, something he was glad he had done when he charged. Thinking quickly, Nick twisted to the left in an attempt to avoid the blow and almost managed. The other clipped him, but there was enough force in it to send Nick tumbling.

Scrabbling to his feet quickly, he turned and charged. He knew that it could very well look like a foolish move on his part, but he had the shadow of an idea, which was all he usually worked on anyway. When he was close enough, he made a leap, jaws open as he aimed for his opponent's neck. He wasn't aiming for maximum damage yet, so he would control the power behind the clamping of his jaws if they made contact, but if push really came to shove, he would fight to kill.

[Eli]

Instinctively satisfied when his opponent stumbled and lost his footing, he quickly whirled to meet the retaliating charge. He roared as he saw the dive for his neck, and reared up instantly to protect vital areas, swinging his forelimbs like clubs, hoping to forcefully throw the other wolf to the side, and perhaps into the wall if he was lucky.

If that failed, then he wouldn't hesitate in dealing some damage of his own. He wasn't against bloodshed, especially since this wolf had chased him. In lycanthropic form, Eli's instincts had gone into bestial overdrive; he had one priority.

That was winning.

[Nick]

Nick barely managed to avoid the swings, but just barely. He doubted there was even an inch between his head and the other werewolf's left forepaw as he twisted and ducked under the swing. His momentum, however, caused him to hurtle past the opponent and he very nearly crashed headfirst into the wall, not much more than luck helping him to stop just before the crushing impact.

Wheeling around, he snarled, planted his feet apart and stood his ground. His mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to win. The other werewolf was bigger and more powerful, so Nick would have to use his smaller size to his advantage. Now if he could just think of how to do that without getting clobbered.

[Eli]

Bristling with bestial, instinctual anger, Eli turned to watch the other wolf as he recovered from his dodge, and lowered to all fours again, arching his back like a defensive feline as he snarled. He was, in his own way, daring the opponent to come forward, and attack. He wanted a fight... this other wolf had him on edge, and he couldn't disappoint Katrina.

He locked his eyes on those of the black wolf, never wavering.

A challenge...

[Nick]

Amber eyes met green ones, locking there, returning the challenge before meeting the one of the other wolf. Even though he knew how unlikely it was that he would actually be able to win this fight, Nick charged, but this time, keeping careful control of his speed. He had no reason to believe that he would be so fortunate as to have such a quick stop again.

He leapt forward, aiming for the other's right foreleg as he opened his mouth with a snarl. He was still thinking of battle plans, but a challenge was a challenge, and he wasn't about to pass one up.

[Eli]

Eli had never been 'trained' to think of battle plans. Battle plans were beyond him, and his feral mind; he relied on instinct, and reflexes. He dodged blows; he returned strikes; he avoided fangs and claws where he could; he did damage whenever he got a chance. In wolf form, his 'battle plans' were relatively limited, but effective.

He felt the other wolf collide with him, the thrill of the battle charging Eli, and giving him the surge of adrenaline he would need to sustain any damage he could not avoid. He roared as incisors punctured flesh and scraped bone, and reciprocated without hesitation.

Parting his own jaws with an almost hungry snarl, he brought them down towards the other wolf's back, and shoulder blades, aiming to give as good as he'd gotten... and then some.

[Nick]

Nick had felt a surge of triumph at managing to get in a blow, but that was short lived. He felt teeth sink deep into his back and released his grip, letting out a yelp of pain that had refused to be silenced. Okay. It was time to say to hell with the battle plans and focus on staying in one piece.

Turning the best he could, he tried to manuever himself so the other werewolf's side was in view. Since his opponent was so much larger than he was, he twisted under him and aimed a bite towards his side, aiming in the general direction of the ribs.

[Eli]

Eli's much larger body, more muscular though it may have been, provided an equally larger target. As such, even when he twisted, the black wolf's teeth cut into his side, drawing thick blood, and drawing a bellow of pain from him; pain he quickly cut out of his mind, to be handled later. Victory first... pain later.

Eyes blazing almost murderously, he spun fast, and flexed one of his 'paws', his talons ready, slashing through the air at the smaller lycanthrope viciously. With any luck, he would dig some deep gouges, and if he was really lucky, then he'd take some chunks out of his opponent.

[Nick]

Nick saw the paw coming at him and released his hold on the other werewolf, turning quickly. It wasn't fast enough, but the talon-like claws left only deep, nasty cuts rather than doing any really serious damage. Still, the pain blazed like a fire.

Having his blood drawn only worked to infuriate Nick, who made the decision then to let the wolf take over completely now. He would be able to get control again easily when he felt the need.

With a short howl of challenge, he turned and went for the brown beast's back leg this time. He, as well as the wolf, was beginning to realize that this was a fight that he couldn't win and that was making him not only desperate, but more furious than he could remember having ever been before.

[Eli]

Triumphant though he was - if only momentarily - he didn't allow the feeling to overwhelm him, lest it make him cocky, and sloppy; he couldn't afford to lose his focus. Losing his focus led to pain... whether that pain came from his opponent now, or Katrina later, was the real question.

Eli saw the wolf diving for his back leg, and growled; practically a chuckle. He jerked the limb, up and out to the side and behind him. He felt the satisfying slam of an impact, and more or less grinned; a vicious display of large fangs that was so different to his human expression that it was difficult to believe they belonged to the same being at all.

[Nick]

The yelp that came from Nick was a mixture of surprise and pain, but mostly pain. He slammed forcibly into the wall and crashed to the ground, panting. He wanted nothing more than to lie there for a moment, but even that would have been too much time wasted. Forcing himself back to his feet, Nick realized that he would not be able to take much more of this. Though Nick was powerful, this other lycanthrope had size on his side. Still, he could not bring himself to back out now. His pride was wounded enough as it was and running would only do greater injury to it.

He made another run at the larger wolf, twisting as he leapt, jaws wide and aiming for the right shoulder of his opponent.

[Eli]

The other wolf was fast; Eli had to give him that. That was all he was going to give him though.

Feeling jaws close around his shoulder caused him to roar loudly, the bolts of agony darting outward from the bleeding injury. Eli's bestial mind reacted quickly, presenting him with a retaliation. Wasting no time, he threw himself up and around, feeling the other wolf cling desperately to him, perhaps in the hopes of causing more damage. Without hesitation, Eli threw himself back against the nearest wall. Hard.

[Nick]

Nick literally saw stars as he was slammed into the wall, the impact causing him to release his grip on the other fighter's shoulder. He hit the ground again as the larger wolf stepped forward. "Crap..."

The fact the word had come out jolted Nick to a sudden realization. Eyes widening, he looked down at himself. His human self. "Oh, boy..."

He didn't even think he could get up this time. Bleeding and hurting everywhere, he raised his hazel eyes to the other werewolf. This so isn't going to be pretty.