Competing with Nikita - The White Wolf
Nikolai could hear the voices of Nikita's gang members calling out the moment she appeared. His enhanced senses could hear what they said even while sprinting towards the battle.
"Young Miss! You're finally here—these bastards got Eadric!"
"Tsk! The motherfuckers! Crush their balls!" Nikita's voice sounded rough and fierce. The next moment, her body launched off a waist-high wall and landed a dropkick on two shapeshifters. However, she didn't stop and ended up stomping their heads to a pulp.
'How the fuck is she so powerful?!...wow...' He saw the muscles in her thighs and swallowed his saliva while slowing his pace to watch her with lustful eyes.
Nikita's thighs were thick, larger than he ever expected, the tight hot pans allowing the bulge of her muscles and meat to show fully as she lowered her hips, then launched herself forward like a bullet; she leapt over five metres.
However, Nikolai couldn't deny this side of her was extremely attractive.
"White Wolf, hurry and crush them! I'll deal with the wounded." The voice from a gruff male with black sunglasses and a bald head nodded to Nikolai after shouting at her.
Nikolai could swear he recognised the man's voice and scar, but it didn't matter as his rapid steps reached the first pair of shapeshifters fighting another bald werewolf.
The fish-faced monsters seemed to have an uncanny agility and movements that allowed them to bend their spines, unlike anything Nikolai had ever seen.
His eyes focused on their movements while approaching in silence—with each step, his heart raced with delight, the thrill of the hunt making his entire body alert and blood flowing to his brain and other parts.
'Slowly... I can hear their hearts beating and can almost feel the blood flowing through their bodies and the sound of their breathing. The fish on the right is faster, but the fish on the left is more skilled.'
The swift Shapeshifter blocked the werewolf's left hook and elbow before the skilled Shapeshifter moved to follow up, his hands forming a knife with razor-sharp claws at the tip of his deformed blue fingertips.
'Sorry~ you're not a winner.'
With a flash of silver, the long claws of Nikolai's arm penetrated the skilled Shapeshifter, a feeling of sticky, warm flesh and bubbling blood oozing down his arm until he grasped something, robust, beating with a powerful rhythm then snatched it from the tight strap-like flesh holding it in place.
[Strength: 37 (+2), Dexterity: 29 (+1), Intellect: 27 (+2)]
A dirty purple blood stained Nikolai's silver fur before the Shapeshifter dropped to the ground.
"BROTHER?!" The remaining Shapeshifter panicked, while the werewolf began to shiv his stomach like a crazed thug, once twice, thrice... seven times he twisted and gouged the bloody wound before Nikolai's right arm tensed, his thick muscles bulging as if competing with Nikita before he swung his body smashing the shapeshifters neck with a violent snap, and the tearing of his flesh.
Nikolai looked into the sky while a rain of purple blood rained down upon the pair, while the head fired off into the distance, alerting three more Shapeshifters.
[Agility: 34 (+4)]
"Brother, Let's hunt!"
"
The werewolf that Nikolai saved howled before his body transformed, his muscles growing and fur covering most of his body, while his face became more feral than human. He seemed to have awakened his blood and, with a ferocious face, nodded to Nikolai as they rushed at the three shapeshifters rushing to attack them.
"Bastards! I'm going to kill you!"
"I'm going to enjoy eating your fucking guts."
"Fuck off, you piece of shit."
Three more fish-faced monsters howled at the pair while baring their fangs and brandishing their claws and baseball bats as they ran towards them.
"Don't you dare get in the way of my prey?"
Nikolai's low, growling voice made the werewolf nod without hesitation.
"Then go, brother!"
"Good."
Nikolai's eyes flashed as the wolf's sharp canines pierced the flesh of a nearby Shapeshifter, tearing a sizeable chunk off the monster's neck before he rushed at the second—he gave a low howl, "AWOO!"
The howl was something that came from the bottom of his soul as the silver fur along his arm began to turn black. What he didn't notice was that the howl caused ALL werewolves and shapeshifters to become stunned for a moment.
The next moment, abusing the moment they were dazed, he leapt into the air and super-kicked the second Shapeshifter and, grabbing the third by its face, let the huge, deformed black claw crush its skull.
"G-G-GRAAAAAHHHHHH!"
A loud, painful, and angry cry of pain came from the Shapeshifter Nikita was fighting before the young woman jumped onto his back and dug her clawed fingers deep into his eyes.
She chuckled as her fingers moved as if to dig into his eye sockets, the fully developed Shapeshifter's brain gouged out as she let out a howl in response to Nikolai as if to compete with him.
Nikita's enemies were at least two times stronger than Nikolai's, yet her eyes were constantly watching him and how he fought with a brilliant smile on her wicked, blood-soaked face.
"Young Miss, the wounded have been evacuated. How is the battle?"
The smart wolf, who seemed to be a highly trusted member of the mafia and much older than Nikita and Nikolai, stood at her side while taking out a sharp blade and cutting down the approaching enemies like tofu.
"Over! Their leader is dead, the weaklings are good training for our new pups, and my darling!"
She giggled and pointed at Nikolai. "He's so strong and sexy! I'm going to let him make me into a woman tonight~"
The man smiled, though sunglasses hid his eyes. "Indeed, Ivan's son is indeed talented! But I don't think the boss will let you do that, miss; he's already on his way."
"WHAT?! Did you call him?"
"Sorry, Miss..."
"Tsk.... fucking dog, if it were Mother, she would encourage me!"
"But miss, the boss is a good man and just cares for you deeply. Just like your mother..."
"Shut up, or I'll cut your dick off!"
"Of course, Young Miss."
While the two spoke, the battle continued to rage as the Shapeshifters couldn't resist the enemy. The two wolves fighting on the outskirts also seemed to have killed dozens together. Now, both sat back-to-back, panting. Nikolai and someone he learned was named Andrei.
"Yo Andrei, can I get your number? How about we do this more often?"
"Ah? Seriously, I can take you to the best place, with the best bitches—their tails are so fine and fangs clean!" Andrei spoke with such a brilliant voice, his face beaming despite the purple blood, various cuts, wounds and missing a tooth from the fight.
[Hahaha! Werewolves have strange beauty standards!]
"Yeah, I'd love to go some time."
"You have to let me know your name, man!"
"Haha, It's Nikolai, just Nikolai."
"I see..."
"Oh? Andrei, talking to my Nikolai about bitches?"
Nikita's voice sounded from behind them, but Andrei began to tremble on all fours.
"Y-Young M-Miss, I-I..."
"Go, I'm not going to kill you. This time. Remember, I don't want any low-breed bitches to touch him, even their hands!" Nikolai couldn't see, but the gaze looking at Andrei was dull, filled with a terrifying desire to kill and the same cold indifference.
"Y-Yes, Young Miss. Nikolai, I'll send you the details!"
Andrei ran off like a dog with its tail between its legs, his muscular body and feral features fading into the shadows, while Nikita walked closer.
"Come, let's go somewhere private and get you cleaned up. I'm sure you're tired, and I want to have a word."
She grabbed Nikolai's arm and dragged him away from the battlefield with a beaming smile as she chuckled.
In the distance, the poor werewolf in sunglasses seemed to rush around trying to find her, shouting "Young Miss" everywhere.
[Strength: 39 (+2), Endurance 43 (+3), Dexterity: 32 (+3), Agility: 38 (+4), Intellect: 29 (+2)]