Guarding what's right to save (Mugman x HowlingWolf)

Chapter ?? - Murine Corps

(the image you see is one of many screenshots I took for the "Werner Werman - funny frames" post I made on DeviantArt)

HowlingWolf's POV

"Aaand CHAAARRRGE!" Werner screams at the roof of his lunges, as his soup can on wheels (what he likes to call his tank) simultaneously starts to sprint towards us like a missile that's ready to cause some deadly mayhem!

Sheer seconds before Mugs could get run over, I make haste to dash over to him and leap over his fallen state with my front paws reaching out in front me and my back legs dangling behind. A second later off the floor, I flap my wings to rotate myself backwards - this giving me the chance to tuck my back legs in and bombard a mighty kick with my back-paws against the cold metal surface of Werner's tank at such an immense force it was instantly launched away from me and Mugman and it violently crashes against the stern wooden wall in front us as a result of my action just now. It was as if I had control over the laws of physics all of sudden and it turned out the way I had hoped...! As soon as Werner crashed into the wall, the back of his head gets viciously, mercilessly and harshly slammed against it and a small little crater surrounds him with a few cracks slithering upwards from the centre - it seems like enough force to bring someone as small as him to a comma but knowing a soldier who has a fighting experience from the world's First World War, I could see from a small distance that he's sluggishly gathering his bearings and his consciousness and I can see that he's wearing the face of utter shock that collides with confusion. On top of all that, I suddenly realise within a blink of an eye that a short trail of monstrous friction has burnt a thin line of dancing fire against the floorboards and stops at the small wheels of Werner's tank.

All whilst Cuphead is assisting Mugman to his feet, I can see that with one hand, Werner is rubbing the back of his head from underneath his blue metal helmet and with the other, he's tightly holding onto the smooth edge of his tank all while I hear him hyperventilating heavily but slowly. I firmly stand my ground, in front of the cup-brothers, with my wings springing straight up in defence and my mouth sweetly giving out a low angry growl as in to say "you dare put my friend in danger?!"

(Time jump)

As Werner begins to arise to his feet, his faceless robotic cat that I'm currently possessing starts to silently twitch and glitch out of control and that's when we slowly start to sit up straight - our horrific posture intensely frightening Cuphead and Mugman, as they freeze in terror - Mugman nuzzling his head into Cuphead's shoulder for protection to which I can't help but feel bad about - it's for their sake though, I have to protect them! From the weirdly-shaped metal things that I presume to be his trophies, I can slightly see that Werner smirks at how he thinks that his presence is what's spooking the cup-brothers but that's when he notices the gloominess of his machine's dark shadow steadily but creepily crawling up then wooden wall - it was as if an outline of billions of black spiders were haunting his eyes! This caused the expression on his face to jump from smirking to being shocked to now being confused.

"Vait... va-"

Before the German rat even had the chance to finish speaking, I reach out our right paw to then violently, swiftly and quickly diagonally slash him with three pointy claws through his back - his dark-red blood explodes like the art of a small firework and proceeds to spread amongst the walls, floor and partially on the ceiling, directly on impact. It was obvious that Werner did not expect this, due to an agonising shock immediately flooding over his entire face and his body freezing like a statue right then and there. From my point of view, I become terrified from how raw, bare and sizzled I have made his wounds - I also begin to worry from just how much of his blood is quickly flooding out of each claw mark and how swiftly it's drooling down the back of his body! Furthermore, I can just about see that his left eye has now shrunk to the size of a pinhead, his body is slightly shaking like a weak leaf that's about to fall off of its branch and his jaw is gutting open as in to scream in pain - alas, there's nothing more than crackling grunts and a few masculine screeching squeaks that can be transparently heard. It's as if he were struggling to release anything from his vocal cords. His life must have been instantly been penetrated with death. That could be, until he sharply collapses to the wooden floor on one knee which takes me by surprise - he's gritting of what remains of his teeth, squinting his eye and clutching onto that singular strap that diagonally crosses over his shoulder with the tips of his fingers pinching the scruffy surface of his chest - I guess, this is his way of comprehending with the current situation.

Author's POV

Witnessing everything thus far, Cuphead and Mugman are now on the verge of crying from so many different traumatising emotions - all they both wanted was Werner's contract! not this!

(Time jump)

"Aren't you angry for what we did to you?" Out of thin air, Cuphead asks, with his breath slightly worn out.

"Nein." Werner protests. "Honestly, I'm more himbrezed from zee schtrength zee three of vu haffe schovn me. I can effen zee vu defeading zee deffil!" He proudly holds a sympathetic facial expression which has the purpose of healing our worried nerves.

"Y-your wounds, though!" Mugman exclaims "Shouldn't we help you c-clean them up?!"

" ... Zee deffil kaffe vu three ein time limit, I brezume - don't vaste zat on me."

"You presume, correctly But-"

"Don't vorry apout me, I'll pe fine, Mugman - I haffe zuffered from vorzer hinchuries zan zis..."