Out on the battlefield, among the chaos of countless clashes, there was one fight everyone silently knew would be one of the hardest.
From conversations earlier, they had been warned: one of the most difficult opponents to face was the mysterious Werewolf wearing the iron mask. He wasnât just another beastly fighter; he was dangerous in a way that unsettled even the Altereds.
And now, Innu and Apollo were standing right in front of him.
The masked figureâs presence was heavy. Each step he took seemed measured, deliberate, as though he were a seasoned warrior walking onto a dueling stage, not a frenzied monster caught in the madness of battle.
âHe really does look menacing...â Innu muttered, raising his twin axes, gripping them tight. His attempt at humor carried a nervous edge. âBut, hey, how about going easy on me? I already took one of you guys down earlier. Taking out another one is going to be exhausting.â His eyes narrowed, the smirk fading. âThough... if I do, thatâll prove I shouldâve been the one worthy of that Altered serum back then.â
That thought burned in his chest. Austin had been given the serum, not him. Even if, in hindsight, Innu was grateful he hadnât been forced down that path, the feeling of being overlooked still lingered.
Before he could spiral, Apollo roared and transformed, charging in on all fours.
Like Austin, his massive size meant his acceleration started slow, but once his momentum built, it was like a runaway boulder. The ground trembled beneath his weight as he lunged for the Iron Masked Werewolf, claws wide, aiming to grapple him.
The enemy moved with uncanny grace. Just before Apolloâs hands could close, the masked Werewolf stepped back, twisted, and pushed off Apolloâs head with a palm strike. He vaulted cleanly over the giant wolf, landing behind him in a smooth arc.
Claws extended, metallic nails flashing, he slashed down Apolloâs back. The wounds cut deep, leaving long crimson streaks. Apollo bellowed, the pain driving his frenzy.
Before the masked figure could strike again, Innu darted forward, axes raised. He swung down hard, sparks flying as metal met claws.
Now it was Innuâs turn to trade blows with the masked Werewolf.
Innuâs movements were compact, sharp. Every strike came from the lessons he had drilled into himself countless times, fighting against Altered Hunters, gangsters, and now beasts. But as his axes clashed again and again with his opponentâs claws, he realized something unnerving.
This Werewolf wasnât swinging wildly like a creature driven by instinct. No, every deflection, every parry was deliberate, precise. His claws didnât crash against Innuâs weapons like blunt tools; they slid, redirected, and countered with frightening control.
âThis guy... heâs fighting like a swordsman,â Innu thought, sweat pricking his brow.
His suspicion grew when a perfectly timed strike came, knocking one of his axes from his hands and sending it spinning through the air.
The Werewolf raised his claw to follow up, to cut him down while he was disarmed,
But Apollo barreled in from the side, slamming into the masked figure with all his weight. The three of them crashed into the dirt.
Apollo snarled, pinning the Werewolf beneath his feet. Using what remained of his mental strength, he forced icy energy into the ground, freezing it around the Werewolfâs limbs, trying to hold him in place.
âMy axe, whereâs my axe?!â Innu thought, panic flickering as his eyes darted across the field. He couldâve used his telekinesis, but his reserves were still recovering. He scrambled to retrieve it while Apollo struggled to keep their enemy pinned.
âWhy does this feel so familiar?â Innuâs thoughts cut through the chaos as he replayed the short exchange. Those movements... that precision. He wasnât just clawing at me, he fought like a man trained with blades. Who even is the Iron Masked Wolf? We never saw him the last time we faced Lupus, so where did he come from...?
When Innu grabbed his axe, he turned back to see Apollo hammering strikes into the Werewolfâs face with both fists. One blow, then another, each one cracking louder than the last.
But on the third swing, the Iron Masked Werewolf caught his wrists mid-strike. The claws clamped down, halting the giantâs momentum.
It became a battle of raw strength. Apollo pushed with all his might, muscles bulging, veins straining, the floor beneath them cracking from the pressure. The masked Werewolf pushed back just as fiercely, his claws digging into Apolloâs fur.
If this were one-on-one... I donât think either of us couldâve lasted. Apollo realized. I only got him down because Innu distracted him. But I wonât let go. Not now.
Seeing the struggle, Innu acted. He raised his axe, Qi swirling faintly around it. With a grunt, he hurled it forward, controlling its spin mid-air with his telekinesis. The weapon tore through the battlefield, spinning like a deadly saw.
But just before it landed, the Werewolf let out a guttural roar. He twisted Apolloâs arms wide, breaking free of the pin. His claws shot forward, straight into Apolloâs chest.
Blood erupted across the mask as the claws pierced deep.
Apollo gasped, his roar cutting short.
A heartbeat later, the spinning axe crashed into the Werewolfâs face. The impact was brutal, knocking the Iron Masked Wolf back and rolling him across the ground.
Apollo fell onto his side, breathing raggedly, his strength bleeding out with every drop of blood.
Innuâs eyes went wide as he looked back.
The Werewolf staggered to his feet. The axe blow had shattered the mask, fragments falling away to reveal the face beneath.
What Innu saw made his chest clench.
The creatureâs snout was still wolfish, but patches of skin stretched bare along the jawline. Less fur. More human. It wasnât the face of a beast, it was something caught in-between.
And with the mask gone, Innuâs eyes widened as recognition struck.
He knew this man.
He finally realized who had been hiding behind the Iron Mask all along.
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