New book ideas.
- Book MCLXXVII (1,177): "Lemme Tell Ya Sumthin', Wraith!" -- The RAFians must deal with the vampiric Wraiths.
- Book MCLXXVIII (1,178): "The Kinetic Connection" -- The RAFians must save a family of seven newly-orphaned siblings from an old faction.
- Book MCLXXIX (1,179): "Always Trying to Come Back" -- The RAFians must deal with an old villain trying to come back into power again.
Don't think I rehashed anything (a very tangible possibility this many books in).
The alpha snorted derisively. "You think you're tough? You
? I defeated and cowed into submission and subservience the great Vereticus Fefnir!! And you think a scrawny thing like you
would be able to stand up against me
of all people? Especially my werewolf form?"
Cloak was anything but scrawny. He stood roughly eight feet tall with the appropriate humanoid proportions to match. Granted, if the alpha decided to rear back unto his digigrade feet (which Cloak suspected might become plantigrade, but this was speculation), he would be about three, four feet taller than Cloak. But that did not make him stronger, faster or smarter than the Realm Walker.
"What? Why have you stopped talking?" he said, mistaking Cloak's stoic silence for fear and cowardice. Clearly, this guy was used to using fear and intimidation to obtain compliance and capitulation. Only this time, it wouldn't work. "Are you scared
you weak, little NOTHING
Cloak just simply, with folded arms, clearly unimpressed with the alpha, "You really have no idea who you're dealing with, do you?"
"No," he disagreed, rather boorishly. Then he spoke in a way that Cloak found rather childish, "you
don't know who you're
"Nice comeback," Cloak said, voice drenched in acid sarcasm.
"Fine, you want to fight, then let's fight." the alpha growled, already launching his attack.
Cloak barely had to move to evade his attacks. The technique was sloppy. The execution was amateurish, and telegraphed so obviously. Cloak wondered if the so-called "great" Vereticus Fefnir was blind and deaf when the alpha took him on. Honestly, this was disappointing for a battle. He fought like a brute, relying solely on brute strength instead of tactics and strategy. He had no nuance, no finesse, no noteworthy skill
. Honestly, it was embarrassing.
Perhaps all the years consumed by his obsession had corroded and eroded his fighting prowess. Or maybe it was an aftereffect of being in his wolf form. Who knew which one was if? But it scarcely mattered, as this was one of Cloak's easy battles, bar none.
"Stop moving!!" he demanded, despite the fact that Cloak only moved in the most minute manner possible, and still none of his strikes landed.
"I haven't, not really," Cloak said, "in case you haven't noticed."
This just incensed the alpha more. And this was just pathetic. This guy was clearly not practiced at all. If he ever had skill at any point, he had allowed it to atrophy to the point of ridiculousness. And he also had one glaring weakness that he didn't care to acknowledge.
"Stop moving, coward!!"
"Are you blind as well as stupid?" Cloak said.
HH!" the alpha said as he lunged at him again. This time it looked like it may have hit -- if Cloak didn't somersault over him, using the alpha's.own shoulders to do so. He landed daintily, without a sound behind him, as he had a tremendous crash, like something out of a cartoon.
"Just a thing to note," Cloak said, as the alpha picked himself up, shaking off the impact. "In an one-on-one battle, a tiger
will triumph over a wolf