Giving him a lesson to remember

Lucas' eyes gave a trail of red as they moved through the misty clearance. He was in the air, with his fist clenched. All around his wrist, fur was beginning to show. He had begun to transform into a werewolf.

His face and his arms were covered in grey fur within an instant, and his open mouth had fanged teeth, which were curled up in a maniacal smile. Yes, he was smiling because of this fight.

"Old friend looks like I have to jog your memory.", Lucas shouted as he punched the minotaur straight on his cheek. The minotaur could not defend fast enough, and he stumbled back in response. Lucas landed on the ground and frowned his eyebrows. He took a look at his palm, and then at the minotaur, who had just recovered his footing.