Completed (Sequel to Falling From Grace) (TW/SPN) With Stiles completely turned into the most evil object in creation, the pack scramble back to the bunker. Not knowing if they can save their friend morale is at an all time low. But little do they k...
Deucalion stood unfazed by the pounding on the bunker door. His breathing was steady, and he was preparing himself for the worst. He wasn't a hero by any means. Even if he had changed, but it wasn't enough to redeem all the wrong doings he had done in his life. But maybe, just maybe he could die a heroes death.
As if in queue the door slammed to the ground, raising his head, the demon wolf saw the knights off he'll marching in two by two, their swords drawn. Smirking, Deucalion began to shift his red eyes emerging and his skin turning black.
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Letting out a mighty roar, he charged forwards.
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Isaac screamed in pain as he grabbed the blade of a Knight about to stab Cora. His grasp was firm, but the strong sharp metal dug into his palm deep. Quickly Cora kicked the blade away, allowing her to pounce on the knight.
Behind Isaac, Malia had jumped in the air kicking furiously at three of the knights heads. She landed then instantly turned around on one heel grabbing a one of the stunned knights swords. Quickly she failed the blade before decapitating the knight. Before she could react, a scream erupted and the two other knights went flying into one of the garages walls, making craters before flaming to the ground blood coming from their ears.
Glancing back, Malia nodded towards Lydia before charging forward.
Derek slammed a knight to the ground, his blue eyes shining bright. He was getting tired, as the fighting had caused him to use his full strength and reflexes. He knew the adrenaline was rushing through his veins, so feeling tired must of been a bad thing.
Glancing down at his torso he saw a large slash wound on his side. Seeing the amount of blood, and how slow it was taking to heal, Derek knew it must be deep. Shaking his head deciding a little cut wouldn't hurt, he threw himself into battle.
But his first strike was caught by the attacking knight, and his arm began to be twisted. Groaning in pain, erupted into a roar when his arm was snapped in half. The pain sent Derek to his knees and he watched the knight raise his sword for the killing blow.
As the downwards strike was coming, a hand grabbed the knights arm. "That's not nice," a bloodied Peter Hale said smirking, before twisting the arm and gutting the knight with its own blade. "Thanks," Derek breathed our in relief. "We're not out of this yet," Peter informed Derek before kneeling down and shoving Derek's bone back where it should be, to let the bones fuse them self back together.
"Where are Ethan and Jackson?" Derek asked. "Fighting outside the bunker still, you won't believe how many more of these thing they're are. It's like they're being made on the spot!"
Suddenly an arrow flew past Peters head, causing him to turn around and see a knight falling backwards with an arrow in its eye. Looking towards the source he saw Dean with a crossbow, Argent, with Liam and Hayden by his side.
