"The bloody supernatural vermin are tearing through our troops, sir. What are your orders?" The man spoke with a heavy accent, his fear visible as he watched his comrades die .
"Relax, comrade. The Americans aren't the only ones with aces up their sleeves," the captain sneered, his contempt for the enemy evident. They too had brought their own team of supernaturals to this gruesome battlefield.
"Roman , come !" He yelled.
The Russian man who entered the room was a sight to behold. He had a bulky body, the kind that was built from years of intense training and hard work. His shoulders were broad and his arms were thick, each muscle defined and bulging with power. His hair was cropped short and his beard was rugged, giving him an intimidating look.
As he walked, his footsteps echoed heavily in the room, indicating the immense weight of his body. He had a stern expression on his face, which made it clear that he was not a man to be trifled with.
The imposing figure standing before them was a notorious criminal in Russia, responsible for the deaths of countless individuals. Yet, despite his horrific past, the Wager Mercenaries had taken him under their wing, on the condition that he work for them.
"It's up to you, Roman," the captain spoke, breaking the silence.
"I will handle this weaklings," Roman growled in a deep, husky voice. He had never encountered a supernatural being who could best him in battle, and so he did not even bother to acknowledge the DSAS agents. In his eyes, the truly terrifying creatures were those free from government constraints.
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Kyle moved with blinding speed, tearing through the mercenaries like they were nothing. The sound of bullets whizzing past him was almost constant, but he didn't slow down. He wasn't just any werewolf - he had been an alpha before, and when he chose to become an Omega, he gained even greater strength. His body could handle the bullet wounds, though his regeneration wasn't as potent as Vincent's.
But even with his resilience, Kyle knew better than to underestimate the threat of snipers and rocket launchers. One hit from those weapons and even he would be wounded. So he kept his guard up, moving strategically to avoid the most dangerous areas of the building.
" I smell a strong one " Kyle's nostrils flared as he caught a whiff of something potent, something strong. A grin spread across his face the moment he sensed an opponent worthy of his time, someone who would give him a challenge.
"This place is perfect " he growled.
The hallway of Wayne Tower was a perfect battleground for the two supernatural beings. It's wide space gave them plenty of room to move and dodge.
"Awoooooooooooooooo"
Suddenly, a deafening howl filled the air, making Kyle's ears ring. He knew it wasn't his own. But before he had time to react, a white blur shot towards him.
"Awooooooooooooooo" Kyle's own howl joined in the fray as he braced himself for impact, his body tensing as he reached his maximum speed of 90 miles per hour.
Booooom!
The two werewolves collided at the center of the hallway, their razor-sharp claws clashing as they attempted to wound each other.
The werewolf in front of him also had blue eyes, indicating that he too was an Omega. However, this Omega was significantly larger than Kyle, with shimmering white fur that exuded a brutal aura.
Swoosh
Swoosh
Swoosh
The clash of the two werewolves was akin to two apex predators battling it out in the midst of the hallway. Their sharp claws glinting in the light as they slashed and tore at each other's flesh. The force of their collision was enough to create a shockwave that rattled the walls and sent debris flying in every direction.
But Kyle's confident grin turned into a look of concern as he realized he was facing an opponent unlike any he had encountered before. He could feel its brutal aura weighing down on him like a physical force.
His heart raced as he circled around Roman, hoping to find a weakness in his opponent's defenses. With his lightning-fast speed, he darted in and out of the shadows, his eyes locked on Roman's every move. He knew that beast in front of him was a formidable foe, but he refused to acknowledge that his weaker.
With every step he took, he could feel the wind whipping through his fur, driving him forward with a fierce determination. Sweat dripped down his forehead, his muscles straining as he pushed himself to his limits.
Finally , he found an opening and propelled himself toward his enemy.
Swoosh
He dashed with all his might , planning to take down his enemy with one strike.
But Roman simply snarled as he easily dodged Kyle's attacks. He found it amusing that the werewolf thought he stood a chance against him. With each dodge, he could sense the frustration building up in Kyle. He was almost tempted to end the fight quickly, but where was the fun in that?
He continued to taunt and tease his enemy, his movements fluid and effortless. Kyle was clearly no match for him. Roman occasionally landed a blow, just enough to cause some damage but not enough to take Kyle down.
Kyle, on the other hand, was becoming increasingly enraged. He couldn't believe that he was being toyed with like a ragdoll. His attacks became more reckless and desperate, but each time, his enemy easily evaded them.
It was a one-sided battle, and Roman was enjoying every moment of it. He wanted to break Kyle, to show him who the real boss was. And he was going to take his time doing it.
But despite the beating he was taking, Kyle refused to give up. He knew he had to find a way to turn the tide of the battle. With a fierce growl, he dug his claws into the ground and pushed off with all his might, launching himself at Roman.
"Awoooooooooo" Kyle howl in anger.
"You're a fool," Roman sneered. "You have no chance against me .
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