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I have not done a fight scene in so long, so yayyy!! XD

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The creatures pretty much came out of nowhere.

Lorcan had been in a quiet, contemplative state while Liorah and Ferran spoke to the newcomers. All these different people. From different realms to his own. How long had he been here anyway? A few hours? A day?

If this was anything like Tír na nÓg – he could have been in this hell for years. His jaw tightened with worry. His tribe – he had sworn never to abandon them. To protect them always. And now this-

He clenched his fists. He had to get out of here. Immediately.

He fleetingly wondered how the High Queen was faring without him. A snort escaped him as he thought of her. That witch – fooling her into believing he served her – and only her – took little effort. Especially considering their familial history.

Then the wolves emerged, and he was forced to briefly put his thoughts aside. He had a battle to fight. He was going to get out of here alive, that was for sure.

The wolf was of a different kind. Huge, muscles, crazed eyes hungry for blood. They were almost an exact copy of the Laignach Faelad.

He charged and leapt onto Liorah before any of them could process what was happening. But the assassin fella – Klein – broke its neck with one swift move. At least no one was dead but – Lorcan certainly would not have mourned that stupidly arrogant girl.

“Now now, that was too fast.” The castle rumbled.

Everything around Lorcan shifted and twisted, the floor sections rising and falling. And he was suddenly standing in what looked like a typical city street.

“Try again,” the castle said. Lorcan blew out a short breath. Right. This was his kind of expertise. Exactly what he was used to. Tall structures for running and leaping, long shadows stretching out in every direction. His bones relaxed ever so slightly.

Howls filled the air and more wolves appeared. They charged towards them.

Finally. A smirk played on his lips beneath his mask. Monsters to fight.

Everyone pulled out their weapons, ready to defend themselves.

Lorcan wasn’t just trained to defend himself. He was trained to be the best fighter there was. He was trained to have the ability to kill just about anything.

He strode towards the pack, ease and determination in his muscles. One snarling wolf with fur of brown and beige leapt at him, maw open wide, claws at the ready to slice him into ribbons. With one swift move, he batted him aside with his arm. It slammed into a wall, just as Lorcan caught another wolf and flung it far over his shoulder.

Spotting another wolf leaping towards a small group of his companions, Lorcan disappeared into shadow and reappeared in between them and the creature, his fist closing over the creatures throat. He looked directly into the eyes of the creature’s yellowish eyes as it hung there, suspended simply by Lorcan’s sheer raw strength. It slashed at his thick armour, snarling and snapping at his face.

Lorcan didn’t flinch. Only glared at this miserable thing who was unlucky enough to be born a mutant like this. And used both of his hands to snap the monster’s neck. Even now, the sound was something he had never gotten used to.

He turned around to see Ferran and Liorah staring at him in shock. He raised an eyebrow. “Thank me later.”

He turned just as another wolf made for him. He ran towards it, his fist driving into it and slamming the hunk of fur and muscle into the floor. Then two more appeared. Then another. And two more. They flew towards him as if they were bees attracted to a flower.

Now was the time for desperate measures. One monster at a time, he could hold off with just his super strength. But five or six of them at once-?

Lorcan smiled as they circled him. “Well hello there.”

They charged. Lorcan flicked the switches in his arms, and his two blades came shooting out, the sturdy handles landing in his hands. “I didn’t realise I had so many fans. And such ugly ones too.”

The wolves bounded towards him. “Aren’t I lucky?”, Lorcan said and leapt. His blades, forged from a metal none could destroy, braced for the kill.

It was over far too quickly. He took them all down swiftly, his blades slicing through them as he teleported in a circle, his blades moving in rainbow arcs. He landed braced on one knee, his blades pointed away from him, and the wolf carcasses lay in a heap around him.

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