Beans roared as he beat his wings, creating turbulent gales of wind that lifted him off the ground and out of the Wolves range. He flicked his tail towards them as they charged towards him, sending a hail of bone-spikes launching from his tail like arrows.

The Wolves dodged some of the spikes, as they rained down around them, but even with their incredible speed they couldn’t dodge the rain completely.

Bone-spikes tore through their twisted flesh, ripping holes through their bodies or removing their limbs entirely, however in mere seconds those wounds were repaired and the Wolves were on the move again.

The Quadruped darted for the hanging tail, leaping into the air and sinking its teeth into the meat underneath the bulbous, bony tip. Meanwhile the truer Werewolf moved for the trees.

It bounded off the trees, leaping from trunk to trunk like a pinball, as it climbed higher and higher until it was level with the height Beans’ flew at.

It leapt onto him, landing between his beating wings, and immediately dug its claws in to keep hold. Beans immediately roared in pain, as one naturally would when having something stabbed into your spine, and started to wiggle in the air in an attempt to dislodge his passengers. His wing beats growing slower and more uneven by the second, as the pain overwhelmed his flight muscles.

The Werewolf dug his claws in deeper, keeping a tight grip with one hand and starting to slice at Beans’ back with the other. Black blood sprayed into the Werewolves face with every slice, causing it to hack and slash faster and faster as it kept eagerly licking the blood from its face.

Eventually it got too much for Beans, his wing beats growing too weak for him to stay in the air as he came crashing to the ground. But as he did so, he made sure to twist his body. It went against many of his instincts to do so, but when he landed this cat slammed down onto his back first.

He dug through the ground, churning it up as he dragged to a stop, and crushed the Werewolf under his Elephant-like body weight in the process.

As soon as he stopped, Beans immediately rolled over and clambered to his feet in one smooth motion, leaving his passenger in the crater he had made. The Werewolf had been smashed into a miserable pile of blood, guts and broken bones.

But those bones were already snapping themselves back into place, and the guts were pulling themselves back into the body like a cassette tape.

Whilst that one had been temporarily dealt with, there was still the issue of the Quadruped clinging to his tail.

Beans whipped his head back, growling lowly at the one clinging to his tail and trying to bite it clean off, before flicking his tail again. He slammed it, and the wolf clinging to it, into the ground then quickly lifted it and slammed it down again.

Taking after his master, Beans whipped his tail back and forth, slamming the Man-wolf into the ground over and over. Sometimes just hitting the ground, sometimes crushing it and impaling it underneath his spiked tail, until on one swing the jaws of the Man-wolf became loose enough to send it flying off his tail and sailing through the air.

Its broken body splattered against a tree and became tangled in the branches, yet even still it was already starting to regenerate.

Beans let out a frustrated roar and turned to the Werewolf that he had crushed under himself, and leapt onto it before it could rise to its recently healed legs.

Its arms snapped like twigs as his front paws slammed down onto them, keeping it pinned with the body weight that had recently crushed it. His claws were pitch black as he infused them with Shadow Essence and treated the Werewolf like his personal scratching post.

He returned the favour, raking his claws through it over and over, cutting through it in a different way or a different depth each time, in a desperate search to find some form of weakness only to watch the fatal wounds rapidly close themselves up before his very eyes.

Beneath him, the Werewolf barked and snarled, foam curling from its snout as it acted like a rapid beast, trying to lunge at Beans despite its arms pinned down, not caring if it had to rip them off to achieve it.

In anger and frustration, Beans roared in the Werewolves face before clamping his jaws around its head, and clenching them shut. He tore the head clean off, shifted it in his mouth before popping it like a grape.

Gulping it down, Beans let out another roar, as if to challenge the Wolf to regenerate from that, only to tilt his head in curiosity when it in fact, did not regenerate from that.

Even after waiting thirty seconds, which was more than enough for the Quadruped in the tree to heal its entire body and start to charge towards Beans once more, the truer Werewolf remained a headless corpse. He didn’t even feel any stomach trouble from it regenerating on the other side.

Beans lifted his head, staring down the charging Quadruped, and let out a rumbling growl that was his version of laughter, as his tail raised above his head like a scorpion. The bone outcrop of his tail twitched as it grew more spikes, that quickly launched themselves a second later.

A constant barrage of bone-spikes launched themselves towards the charging wolf, cleaving through its legs, piercing its body, forcing it to constantly dodge until one finally clipped its head.

A hole the size of a fist was blown through right side of its skull, causing it to collapse mid sprint. Whilst on the ground, it still writhed in pain, its body trying to regenerate, but before it could get anything back a large shadow cast itself over the Man-wolf and that last thing it saw was the dark abyss of Beans’ mouth before everything ended with a crunch.