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Looking at Tsume with the compassion of a grandfather, the older wolf gently took her hand again.

That is because you have not found peace in your heart. Your change is not complete... you feel the fire of the wolf but cannot harness it... You feel the mind of the human but can no longer fully understand it. You must let yourself become whole before you can truly belong.

What is this pain you carry with you ? Who's claws have rend your days and nights so deeply that they prevent you from finding yourself ?

He softly places his free hand against her neck, wiping away tears with his thumb

We can find your place Tsume... together we can find what you have lost and seek to regain... a full life, joyfull and complete...
Take all the time you need to dig deep and find the wound... We will make you whole, Young wolf... You will run with a pack and taste the fresh meat of a kill, howl together to celebrate life itself and bring pups into this world that will bear your legacy unto a new generation....

All this will be yours... once we are done here...

Forest-Wolf stared into space and thought about the point that Broken-Fang just made. Blinking, he turned around. Changing to his human form, he sighed. "I feel a danger approaching, we should leave."

Bright-Howl by the time Broken-Fang had spoken to Tsume and Forest-Wolf had made his statement she was nowhere to be found. Finally she had summoned up the courage to face a part of what has been following her. She changed into her war form and faced what followed her. It appeared to be a man although this man was no ordinary man. He moved with the speed of the wolf, but with the disregard for life that a human held. He stared at Bright-Howl and she growled. The two faced off. Each party's eyes were fixed on the other. The man was built strong and solid with a leather and metal chest plate and in his right hand he held a great sword one that seemed to be made of fire. Bright-Howl growled low knowing that this was a fight that she could no longer run away from.

Forest-Wolf felt something wrong. "WHERE IS BRIGHT-HOWL?!" He ran back in the direction that he came from before. Hearing the two face off, he ran to the scene. "Bright-Howl, you want to fight this alone. Don't you?"

Bright-Howl without taking her eyes off her enimie spoke to Forest-Wolf.
"I've always had to fight alone."
There was a sort of painful air to her voice. She had never had anyone to care for her and was used to taking care of herself.

Forest-Wolf grinned and said, "You think i'm going to give you all of the action?" He changed to his war form and stood next to Bright-Howl. "I have your back."

The gentle look on Broken-Fangs face melted away as he turned towards the fool who had challenged his daughter. With the ease of years, he shifted into his War-Form and Howled in defiance of this newcomer that had entered his presence without showing deference

He thundered over to where BRight-Howl was standing to face off with her attacker. A simple press of his muzzle against hers said enough...

Never again will you stand alone...

Broken-Fang howled and charged the creature, with speed that would be considered strange for a Lycan that large and old...

OOG : I'll leave narrating the combat of my persona to Ancient... It's her fight after all ... unless she wishes different

Forest-Wolf growled at the threat and looked to Bright-Howl. "I'm ready when you are."

Bright-Howl stood by the side of Broken-Fang who was already changing and Forset-Wolf she seemed empowered by the presence of her friends. She lifted her great black muzzle to the sky and howled.





(Nishah, if you or Miguel would like to narrorate the fight please be my guest you both have my full permission to use Bright-Howl and the challenger in fighting post. )

Forest-Wolf howled and looked at the man. "Let's teach this guy not to mess with our kind."





((I'm really open. If Nishah wants to narrate my persona in the fight i'm cool with it.))

Bright-Howl held her ground as the man looked at the three as if they were nothing.

Forest-Wolf said, "On three...lets take this guy out. One....two...." He ran at the man with full speed, with his claws ready to kill.

Tsume stood back and wachted them. Usually she would fight but her body wouldn't move. She could feel her heart torn between reality of the fact that she was no longer who she used to be, and the other in the past trying to deperotly(sp) hold on to who she had been.

While Broken-Fang charged, His howl took on the sharp cut of winter's cold and as by miracle, the air around his claws seemed to form small crystals of newly-born ice. As he neared the man, the ice became more and more solid, untill both his claws had massive gantlets of ice surrounding them.

The man seemed unfased, as if he had anticipated such a move from a Garou of that age. If anything, his blade seemed to flare even brighter, as if relishing the thought of cutting the wielder of those gauntlets down, to show it's superiority over the other elements...

Broken-Fang howled again, mere meters away from landing and receiving the first blows. The sound that issued from his throat was the call to the Pack, the call to strike as one, one claw, one bite, one kill... Each of the newly met wolves heard the sigils of their names being sung by the great grey wolf.... Bright-Howl, Forest-Wolf... and Lone-Walker...

Flame blade clashed with Ice-Claw as both warriors met...

Forest-Wolf looked back at his two friends and nodded. "Lets kill this guy." He bagan to run at the man once again. With a strong blow, he knocked the man off course. The man treated it like nothing. Standing back up, he moved towards Forest-Wolf. "I need some help here," Forest-Wolf groaned.

Bright-Howl was surprised at the unnatural strength of the man. She was determined not to let Forest-Wolf and Broken-Fang stand alone and moved to stand besides Forest-Wolf, looking at him as to deceide what would be best to bring this man down.

Broken-Fang seemed pre-occupied with keeping the flame-blade from reaching the young wolves. He knew a diect hit from such a deadly weapon would leave them crippled for life... or worse. He quickly took command of this battle...

Swift barks and howls were directed at Forest-wolf and Bright-Howl so they knew to come round, swift and low against the ground. Both heard, but were unused to the commands of a garou warleader... Silently, Broken-Fang cursed...

Menthion grinned at the uncoordinated attacks of this obviously green pack. The only threat he saw was Old Dark-Moon. He was surprised that old one was still alive, let alone leading a new pack. No matter, he decided.... Dark-moon would die here and bother the humans no longer.

The Flame blade swept low, aimed at Broken-Fangs legs, but when it passed - burning the foliage on the way - those legs had sidestepped the blow and in return ice-covered claws came down to crush the human's skull.... only to be blocked and singed by the inferno of the sword. Blows were dodged and countered, ripostes were avoided and blocked... none would gain the upper hand... were it not that every strike from the blade left Broken-Fang with burns on his arms and torso.

Bright-Howl and Forest-wolf tried to circle the human and attack his rear as Broken-Fang had told them to... But they realised they were slow to react to the orders they only half understood. Determined to make the best of their attack, they charged together - but not in unison, allowing the Man to erect a shield of bitter cutting winds that blew both were's of target.

Menthion gleefully felt both bodies pass the ward that he had inscribed upon his armour before this battle. With the confidence of e seasoned warrior, he spun around - exposing his back for mere seconds to the towering garou. The blade fell down, coursing towards Forest-Wolf's neck....

Broken-Fang saw the attack of the young ones and saw their mistake even before they jumped.... he cursed, knowing what would happen now.
Almost as an instinct, he lunged forwards, forgetting attack and throwing his form between the blade and the stunned form of Forest-Wolf. The scenty of singed fur and burn flesh was in the air as the Grey wolf howled out his pain...

Menthion nearly laughed out loud. The old wolf had reacted just as he had forseen. With him wounded, the pack was only so much of a threat... Victory would be his soon... with three more pelts to proudly hang on his walls.

Forest-Wolf came to his senses, the pain in Broken-Fang's voice making something primal boil up inside him... he felt his myscles ache, his head throb and all the pent-up frustration being coiled into one little ball... that he let explode. His body errupted into the war-form, howling rage and defiance at the human that threatened his new life and pack. He charged, senseless to the danger that the flaming blade presented, assured of the man's death when his claws would cut deep into him.

Bright-howl was equally shocked at the resounding agony in the grey wolf's voice. This was done to defend them... to defend her ! She would not let that human keep that smug grin... that she swore as her body grew into a war-form that charged the man with outstreched claws, daring him to stand against her.

Menthion froze... just for a second... these where not youngsters ! They had reached deep and gained the rage of the wolf instead of it's instinct... This was a Trap ! He cursed Dark-Moon, who was slowly getting up, the familiar red glint in his eyes... as both of the other werewolves charged, each from one side, his death reflecting in their eyes...

Dark-Moon grinned as he got up... the searing agony innhis shoulder had subsided into a throbbing pain, bearable but hindering his ability to fight... Not his ability to call upon the spirits of the ancestors.... the Ghost-Pack... but four voices where needed to summon them... four... of which one was not here...

Menthion reached inside... to the source of his power... Suttur, one of the Elementals of fire... he grasped and twisted his gift untill the desired effect was attained... his eyes started to glow as four sets of claws swoop in high and low seeking a killing blow... His hands errupted into fire, drawing the flame away from the blade and around himself... Just in time to see talons of sharpest bone cut into his fiery shield, locking in and pushing ever deeper in a slow but certain manner.... he would summon all he had and burn all around him.... his incantation started...

Dark-Moon saw how the death-rage had gripped both young warriors... It was what he had hoped for, but fearded would not happen... He needed one more to stop this threat... he raised his head and howled....

*wolf-speech* Lone-Walker-once-Tsume, your brothers and sisters need you, your PACK needs you ! Come and join them and be freed !

Dark-Moon stared in the eyes of Menthion, promising him death of his spirit if the fourth would arrive... death in the name of all the Garou he had slain in the past...

OOG : May I respectfully ask no-one to post something Combat-related untill Tsume has had her chance to post her response please !

(No problem there. This is getting very interesting. You are doing a fantastic job.)

(Yes. Great job Nishah. And I can wait.)

(sorry if you waited long)
Lone-wolf became aware of what was happening. She staired(I can never spell. I'm so stupid) at Forest-Wolf and Bright-Howl trapped by the inferno and Broken-Fang bleeding. She slowly walked up behin Methion still not sure if all of this was a dream. She tapped in on the shoulder.

Forest-Wolf looked around and looked at Lone-Wolf. "Help us..." He said with fear filled eyes.

(thinking to him)[I will just hold on ok? My mind is a little confused. Like I'm stuck in a dream but don't worry I'm not going to let him kill you guys]

OOG : Tsume - could you "ok" the content of the PM I sent you ?

Menthion was sweating profusely. The strength it took him to maintain the Inferno around him was taxing his reserves... He would have to strike the final blow soon. The heat between his outstreched hands was building... soon he could let it all flare out... He might not live... but they certainly won't !

Dark-Moon saw all those he had called... Somehow the berserk rage had slipped away from Forest-Wolf and he was slipping back into the uncertainty of being human... The old wolf cursed the weaker half of their kind... Humans would never measure up untill they learned...

Bright-Howl seemed to hold her resolve where both others were being filled with doubt... it made him wonder... was it Ghost-storm's training or something more...Primal... Dark-Moon would find out soon... If she was a true-bred garou, the spirits would tell...

Menthion looked at Dark-Moon for a split second and knew it was now or never... As the wolf raised his head and sang the al-to-familiar dirge for his fallen pack, the hunter realised he would have top move quick in order to survive... The pressure of the claws that pressed down on him was great, but sometimes wavering... as if their resolve was waning... heartened by this thought, the hunter redoubled his efforts as he drained every bit of power from his surroundings and himself, creating a ball of super-heated energy in his cupped hands

Dark-Moon holwed... he called Dusk-strider, sleek and deadly warrior of the southern-star-tribes... Ice-heart, Lore-keeper of the great-river-tribe...and Ghost-Storm, Shaman and Sister to the old Warleader... he bade them to come... come once more and save these younglings...

Off in the distant woods... Three eerie, ghostly howls came back.. announcing their presence as Menthion let slip his control over the energy that he had cradled in his hands...

Getting no answer form him she drove her claw through his abdomen showing no felling at all.