Grunk stumbled out of the bar after a long night drinking, and staggered straight into a larger man. “Wat-da hell are u doing here?” Grunk asked woozily. “Nothing.” Answered the big man. “What the hell are you doing here?” “Nuthing, as well.” Grunk replied grumpily. “Well, it looks like you’re doing something,” said the larger man. “Watdo-u-want-from-me?” Grunk said angrily as he threw a poor punch at the large man’s face. The larger man caught it. He raised his eyebrow. “U gonna die tanight.” Grunk said, as his eyes focused for a second. “Oh really?” Asked the large man. “Yeah-really—” said Grunk as he started to scream, his eyes glowed red, fur grew on his arms and legs, and his body elongated, once five to six feet, now towering over the larger man by a good two feet. “See?” said Grunk growled, a hint of otherworldly sounds seeping into his drunk voice.
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Mayn looked the huge beast in the eyes, he instinctively started burning pewter, if this guy was looking for a fight, he’d get one. He clenched his fists around his batons. The man-beast struck, one huge clawed hand at his face, Mayn blocked it, swiping it aside with his baton and slamming the head of his other baton into the wolf-beast-man’s—he was running out of words—stomach. He groaned, a guttural sound.
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It happened again. He went werewolf. When this happened he couldn’t talk at all, just growl and groan. It was like a dream, a very very bloody dream. His body moved forward with unnatural speed, cutting a deep gash across the man’s left arm, he didn’t even grunt. The sober part of his brain was horrified, but his wolfmind was happy for the challenge, it howled loudly, swiping another monstrous hand.