In Love Through War - Book 3

Part 28

The creature the warhogs are gawking at does not have the 13 and a half feet height of the standing bear form, but at almost 10 feet tall it seems it has kept a bipedal body conformation with a limbs-to-body ratio very close to that of a human, though obviously scaled up for the size.

With everything covered in the same dark grey to black-colored fur as the bear form, shredded clothes are the last thing on Al'Aeen's list of worries.

Admiring his even longer fingers that have maintained full mobility but seem to be able to sprout dagger-sharp 3 inch-long nails at will, he smiles, only to feel his face moving in a peculiar way, closer to that of the bear, yet not exactly the same.

Let's see what this war-form can do.

Ha, ha! With this kind of teeth, I better not bite my own tongue!

Somehow, bear form seemed a lot more instinctual, easier even.

This is like I'm me, in full perfect control but not quite. I can control everything in detail, but only with clear intent, and as he thinks it, he raises the index and middle finger of his right, springing his dagger nails out and turning his hand into a partial claw.

One of the warhogs gets one step closer than the rest and it takes Al'Aeen one leaping step of his own towards the prey to be in range. A swipe of the partial claw later and he comes away from the warhog's neck with some of the neck attached to it.

The warhog's general immunity to pain prevent him from realizing what's happened and Al'Aeen hops back towards E.

The child locks both feet and both hands around his left leg, forcing a puzzled whine out of him, but E just looks into his eyes as if saying 'I'm good. I won't fall'.

Not trusting his instinct, he shakes his leg to check both how stable the child is and to get himself used to the extra weight.

A thump as the injured warhog falls over from the blood loss is the starting point of Al'Aeen's run towards the warhogs, startling them as their numerical superiority would, in theory, make such a move fatal for the attacker.

Yet he refuses to back down.

So the warhogs bring their tusks to bare, with fists at the ready.

Al'Aeen jumps over using one hand to grab onto one of the tusks and the other hand to stab the owner in the back of the neck, all claws extended this time.

Moving away as he lets go, he just keeps running, with the remaining 8 warhogs running after him, because the warhog the war-form just used as a trampoline just fell on his face, paralyzed from his neck down, just as Lindator is trying to understand what exactly just happened.

"Mother fcuking stupid witch of hell! Moon's damn you a thousand years more!" the former Beta curses out loud.

"Told you not to hurt the child. Time to pay for your part of the deal," Lindator can swear the wind just whispered that, but he is sure it was the witch answering him.

"I am not going down without a fight, and I'll make sure I' take that abomination with me! You hear me witch? YOU HEAR ME?" he screams but no one answers.

Looking back towards the fighting scene that should clearly be a one-sided slaughter, Lindator is once again surprised to see Al'Aeen's monstrous form still standing, a bit bloody, swerving and dodging between warhog hits and charges, either jumping over, sliding under or in-between his six attackers.

"Wait! Where are the other two?" he thinks out loud.

True to their warrior nature, the warhogs press on even as their number dips further, five being their new total.

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