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Muko approached in the deep of night. He had spent time to remove the smell of the Valkyries form his person. He wished to make his appearance as uncomfortable for the wolves. They relied heavily on smell and their sixth sense to feel out an enemy-- Muko would be a mystery beyond mystery for the creatures.

He made his approach as obvious as he felt was needed, he did not attempt to sneak in. Although at this time it would be difficult for the wolves near-perfect night vision to pick out his figure due to his cloak. It was not until he was within talking distance that most would be able to keep track of his person.

However with the wolves he kept sword in hand-- for some had some odd hatred for his kind. He would use a different tactic with the wolves than he had with the others. Where logic, reason, and emotional appeals worked best with many the wolves were wild. Their emotions could lead to any number of outcomes, their logic often fell to preservation of their traditions.

No Muko would once more be straight forward. Offer them a violent war to enjoy, perhaps an alliance with the thieves, and lastly he was ready to show himself capable of leading the assault.

Muko stepped farther into the light of the fire, allowing the wolf to have a more enlightened view of himself. "Greetings Brotan, I have come to speak to you and yours. There is a war brewing and I wish to have you and your's on the right side." Muko smiled, knowing that Brotan would wish to lead the armies. "For now I will be heading the assault on the Demons, they have stepped on many toes recently and will need to be dealt with appropriately-- I wish there to be no worry of them repeating their mistakes in the future." Muko held his blade loosely in his hand, ready to deflect the brutes weapon should he attack.

Muko knew little of the wolf before him, though what he heard did not bode well for Muko in a fair fight between the two of them. Though Muko suspected his speed would give him an advantage if the wolf transformed.

Brotan frowned as he was able to see the creature more clearly. It was tall for a humanoid, a little over six-- still a few inches shorter than Brotan was though. It was also easy to tell the creature was athletic, bordering on bulky. It had wide shoulders, not thick arms but most likely dense and wiry. It would be fast and stronger than it looked, if Brotan allowed it to get too close it would be able to outmaneuver and beat Brotan much easier. "You ignore my question," Brotan stated-- the words for a battle dagger on the tip of his tongue. In a sword match it could go either way, but should It get close and pull out a dagger Brotan wished to be ready for a brawl.

Brotan himself was nearly three hundred pounds when in human form, standing four inches short of seven feet tall, he was as wide as a dwarf at the shoulders but his mass was not formed in a way that would impeded movement like many. His muscle formation was for that of a warrior, not a strongman.

Brotan was interested in savaging the Demons, though he expected the creature before him wished to have his aid-- and for that Brotan would demand something in return. Once his involvement was set in stone Brotan would judge the creatures merret to lead.

Getting bored of just lying around the camp and waiting for something to happen, Anne decided she would make something happen on her own. Getting up and choosing to go into the city, the girl scampered off in that direction.

-Exit

Muko shrugged, a little disappointed the wolves refused his alliance. As expected Brotan wished to take control, very well. "How shall we decide whom is more fit to lead in the coming campaign?" Muko tilted his head as if thinking "Perhaps a game of wits? Chess, or some other such game of skill?" Muko was positive he would win such a contest, perhaps the wolf was dumb enough to attempt it-- or arrogant enough to think he could win.

Muko wished to avoid a physical confrontation between the two, but was positive it would be the outcome.

Muko brought his own blade up just in time to deflect the sudden strike, he was forced to throw much of his weight towards the strike to avoid being knocked over-- instead he was shifted a few feet. Although Muko usually talked at his opponents in an attempt to throw them off their game Muko made no attempt with Brotan, the fight would be too close Muko needed no distractions.

Muko hopped a few feet backwards, farther from the fire making his form harder to make out and regaining a fighting position. Muko was better martial artist than duelist, but he was far from a push over with a sword. He began to crouch into a combat stance, but was too late Brotan was already on him-- attempting to take any chance Muko had to catch his bearings.

((If anyone is wondering about why I'm posting that last part its because we did a mock battle over skype without all the fluff to get an idea how it would go. Now we are simply filling it out to be a little prettier and smoother. Soooo yeah there isn't any god modding here just a pre-determined fight.))

Muko had been on the retreat, each blow threatening to lift him from the ground should he not keep his balance-- each blow pushing him back a few feet. Muko was stronger than most, and could send blows like those Brotan hailed upon him should he try-- but it would not be with the same ease that the wolf seemed to have. Muko would have to try something else, the beast would likely be able to out-sustain Muko on this world-- Muko was unable to absorb energy like he wished nor did he have a large reserve.

Instead he decided to poison the b*****d, not with anything fatal-- to a wolf anyway. With a flick of his wrist he sent a needle out in between Brotans blows. The first bounced off his rib cage-- that was no good. It left a small gash, but most of the poison would likely not enter his blood stream. Waiting till an instant after the next blow Muko sent another. This one stuck, it would give a decent dose-- but not enough to have much of an effect on the mountain of muscle before him.

Muko did not wait long, the next blow he tossed another-- but this time Brotan spun dodging the needle and dropping low with a leg sweep. It would have been a wonderful move-- if Muko was not faster. Dropping his blade, tip down, Muko tackled the larger creature. Brotan was not off-balance, but he was also in no place of power. The sudden, and suprisingly powerful, tackle sent them both sprawling. Muko doubted he could win a skirmish like this should the man become a more beast-like form, but right now he had the upper hand.

Muko's hardened nails tore into the man, and he was able to get in a good elbow to the man's face before rolling away. Muko would win in a brawl, but not a wrestling match-- he did not have the mass. There was a sweet spot in range where Muko would win in a weaponless confrontation, but too close and he would loose-- too far and Brotan would summon a weapon and out-range him. So Muko quickly closed the distance before Brotan could swing his weapon.

As expected the man thrust out with his sword, Muko was able to deftly side step the blade. Bringing one hand along the blade itself he dragged his hardened nails along it to get some sort of grip. With his free hand Muko jammed a needle into the mans wrist and spun yanking on the weapon with his left arm while twisting the needle with his right. The outcome was one less weapon in his opponents hand.

Going with the momentum of his spin Muko brought his left elbow around, intending to supress the man with a blow to the small buckler he wore than bring his right around for a clean hit to the jaw. Too Muko's astonishment Brotan reacted quickly, releasing the blade without hesitation and simply bashing Muko away with his shield.

The blow left Muko off balance for a quick kick to his side that sent him sprawling-- though he was on his feet faster than a cat could have managed. Muko noticed the wounds in the Wolfs side had healed, though the large hole Muko left with the needle began to close slowly. Mentally Muko cursed, the beasts healing was stunted when in human form-- or it was simply slow. Either way the slower it took to heal the less poison would make it into his system, as blood pumped some of it out.

Once more to Muko's disappointment the wolf simply muttered a few words and another weapon appeared in his hand-- this one was a cruel looking axe. Disarming him had not been his main objective, though it was favorable-- or he had thought. At least it would cover up his true intent with the needle-- poison. Muko awaited his opponents next move, Muko rarely made the first move once a brawl had begun-- he preferred to strike first to begin a battle and cripple his enemy than simply wait to make small counter attacks till he could finish his opponent off. Brotan had taken the first move, so Muko was at quite the disadvantage in this fight-- the poison would be his only chance at winning this.

Muko waited for the brute to strike then disappeared into the darkness, hoping the image of the weapon swinging in front of the wolfs face would give him the time he needed. Now Muko set his trap, it would be the turning point in this fight. Muko repressed a grunt as he felt ribs moving back into place, the bastards strikes had ruined his ribs.

Muko took his time, a good five minutes passed before he was ready. The entire time Muko watched as the brute broke out into a sweat. Then he suddenly started screaming, as if struck by pain. Muko was struck back by the sudden break in silence, and did not react fast enough to take advantage of the opening as the man before him turned into a large wolf.

Muko quickly pulled his trap, it was simple but would give him an opening he hoped. Muko pulled the string that caused a small noise to be made on the other side of the wolf, then he lept-- but instead of striking, as he intended, Muko dove for his weapon.

The wolf lept to the side, to Muko annoyance, but it still gave him time to grab his weapon and roll to his feet before the wolf could strike. Muko dropped to a low stance, and prepared to fight the enormous beast with a ill-fit weapon.