Drumline Battle of the Field

15- The Source

Ally and Amherst waited in the room, Amherst felt uncomfortable and on the spot. What if lilyville came in here and managed to kill Ally? Wouldn't it be the alphas blood on an omega's hands? She also felt relieved she didn't have to fight the first time. It almost secured their health and well being.

Ally didn't feel like this was a good idea. They were fighting without her, and it felt very possible for something to go wrong.

A wolf entered the room from the east side. The side Batterie was protecting. The purple light kept the room lit while Ally stepped forwards first. She growled at him.
Amherst did what felt right and stood on Ally's injured side, and then mimicked her by growling. This way her weak spot was covered.

She noticed his eyes were green. They were the insane green color, like in cartoons. He attacked first, going for the left. Ally dodged by going right, bumping into Amherst only a little before she moved with her. They had to think like one person in order for this to work.

Amherst attacked from the right after Ally attacked from the left. Forcing him to dodge between them. Ally took this opportunity to go for his Achilles. She knew Amherst couldn't last long.

He fell and Amherst was injured at the ear. A little blood, nothing too bad. Ally limped some and lunged at the throat. The poor kid was dead.

The two anticipated more wolves, Amherst thought maybe 20 and Ally a possible 60.

Four more foreign wolves entered one after another. The two took their positions, side by side.

Too many for just us. Ally howled, a surrender, but also a special cry for help.

Sure enough, the tan wolf Jimmy Flamagon dashed through the opening and he took on one of the wolves as soon as he could. With him was a white furred freshmen, Kevin and a sophomore Rachel.

The group fought valiantly until there was one or two left when they were able to mob up and kill them as a pack. Kevin had tripped and fallen during battle, and it almost cost him his life.

A group of three more wolves that had previously been detected by Emma, Carly, and Jenna entered the basement.

The first went for Rachel, who was happy to fight. The second went for Kevin, because he was small. And the third went for the source. Ally didn't have time to catch up with her freshmen, she tackled this one head-on by herself.

Before Jimmy could even step forwards someone darted in and grasped the attacker by the fur and threw it across the room, it's back slamming onto concrete.

As the predator had vanished, Ally's eyes met with Jenna's. Surprised, happy, relieved, and joyful were all words you could use to describe their feelings but it still wouldn't quite hit the spot.

Emma had gone after one of the brutes. She was handling him very well up until the point where she got side-tackled from another football player.

That's when Carly heard it. The same whimper she heard that morning. It made her stomach twist and it made her ears fall back. She had finally seen it too. Emma's rib was poking out of her chest. Luckily it was her 5th rib; her heart would be just fine.

Carly stepped forth and helped with these boys, as did everyone else.

There was a howl unlike their own. The Lilyville Alpha approached. The fight halted. They were in no position to be fighting any longer. Kevin had died. Rachel lost a part of her tail. Amherst lost a part of her ear as well as a giant gash in her side.

Every one of his paw prints left bloody marks all over the grey cement floor. He stepped forth oh-so-very slowly and grabbed the source with his jaws.

They all felt disappointed. They were utterly defeated. Beaten. Beaten to a pulp. They lost 2 pack members. And none of them got away with anything less than a colorful bruise.

They played clean that day, yes, however. The did not perform their arts.