Wolfing about town (closed to Womb)

Trace smirked as he looked up at the clear sky. The Sun shone on his back as he checked his watch. "I got time." He said in a smooth tone, sliding into the nearest bar, and walked to the barkeep, a nice looking blonde girl. He smiled, rapped his knuckles on the bar and grinned at her. "Double brandy, if you please, darling." He said slickly. He smirked back and got his drink, then placed it before him. He handed over a folded bill, and winked. "Keep the change." He remarked, turning, glass in hand, to observe the room. It was little more than your average bar. There were a few minor details, the scent of ammonia was slightly higher than he expected, and the sound of snoring reached his ears from the dozing drunk in the corner. He raised the glass to his lips and felt the cool rush of alcohol bless his throat, and he smiled. He was glad he'd decided to jet out here after all.

A drinking tavern. How quaint. The Womb had been instructed that in order to understand the Humans, he must associate with them on a more personal level. He had been told that attending one of the taverns and having a "stiff drink" would help loosen his mind, and potentially help him see the Humans in a different way. He doubted heavily it would have the desired effect, but he would take the advice none the less. He would never pass up an opportunity to better acquaint himself with his estranged children.

He stepped into the bar, a little bell signalling his arrival. The barkeeper turned to look at his customer and instantly reeled in shock. "N-n-n-n-No, oh jesus no a specter! DO you see that!" He dived behind the bar in panic his fear stinking up the air. The Womb pointed towards the now quivering man. "Do not fear me Human. I wish only to partake of a stiff beverage." With that said he began to advance on the bar. As he did so he noticed another larger human at the bar drinking. "Ho human, how goes the day?" The Womb was unsure how to great a Human in a casual manner and tried as best he could. As he began to sit on a stool however the barkeep emerged from behind the bar wielding a large projectile weapon. "DIEYOUMOTHERFACKAA" The blast was loud in the tiny room and hit the Womb in the chest. Being in an off balance position, the blast of the shotgun knocked The Womb over onto the floor.

Womb stood slowly. His wrath nearly tangible. He turned slowly towards the barkeep, another loud crack and another buckshot round slammed hard into the ribs of The Womb. However the pellets did not even graze The Womb's skin. The Womb began to hiss with rage, leaning forwards, his stance became threatening. "WHY DO YOU ATTACK ME!? DO YOU WISH TO FEEL THE COLD EMBRACE OF DEATH SO SOON!? I DID NOT TAKE YOU AS A SUICIDAL MAN!" With that The Womb launched himself over the bar, landing on top of the middle aged man. Womb's weight bore down on him and he fell. Lying on top of the man The Womb clutched the mans face in one hand and looked deep into the mans eyes. "Do you wish to die mortal? My daughter would be pleased to take you."

Trace stared at the being, with an inquisitive gaze. He could tell only that it looked and smelled old. Like dusty old books, like the must of a room that has been blocked off for years. And he didn't trust it. When the barkeep lunged into the room with a weapon, he instinctively moved away quickly. The thing went down, but lunged straight back up. "Can't even get a damned drink in this damned town." He sighed, and set the glass down. It sounded like a gunshot in the rapidly emptying room. Can't shift yet. He thought. Too many witnesses. As such, he went into action without changing into his Romolus form, flying at the being, his arm hooked at it's waist to try and throw him off the man. "Enough." He growled. "You want to fight old men? Now you fight me." He fell into a defensive stance.

Before The Womb could receive an answer from the now weeping barkeep, he was lifted to his feet by a forceful, almost lunging throw. It was the large man he had seen drinking at the bar. He stood with his hands guarded, waiting for The Womb to attack him. "Why would I assault an innocent? You have done no harm to me Human. But this man." He pointed to the barkeeper. "Did assault me with the intention of ending my life. He deserves punishment for his crime."

Trace reached his hand down to the barkeep and pulled him up. "Get out of here. And in advance, I am sorry." He put his body between the barkeep and the being before him. "And who are you to deliver that punishment? I see no badge, no judge's degree." Trace felt that familiar warm sensation tremble down his spine, but held it in check for now. "Now answer me. What right do you have to deliver punishment of anything?"

The man was now confronting The Womb and letting his attacker flee the scene. The Womb did not feel any real anger, he had simply wished to teach the man a lesson for his crimes. Now the man was spouting nonsense about rights. There was no right of way in the real world. There is only what you do, and what you don't do. The Womb decided to answer the man, his voice now an accusing hiss.

"And what right does a badge give anyone to do anything? Are you blinded by the false pretense of law? Law does not exist, it is a concept of man. What right does any man have to exact justice? What right did that man, whom has fled from our presence, have to use killing intent upon me when I didst only enter to partake of his services? And what right do you have to stop me exacting my retribution? All reasonable questions, all with reasonable answers. Yet I see unreasoning in your eyes."

Trace was aware that there was no one else here. "Excellent questions, sir, and you have me stumped there, but luckily, it isn't me you have to reason with now." Trace grinned evilly, and then felt that power flood through him, the burning sensation of the change rending through every molecule of his being, causing sweet agony to cross every synapse,dropping him to his knees. His hands opened and closed as he began to growl, his nails growing sharper and longer, becoming claws as across his body, muscles flexed and unflexed. A rumbling sounded in his chest as his hands clawed at his shirt, tearing it open, and tearing away large scraps of skin as he began to let out a high, inhuman scream, which raised in pitch until it became a howl of pain, his entire face morphing into a wolf-like visage.

"Now..." Trace's voice had dropped a handful of octaves. "You...face...the Lord of Wolves...Romolus!" He roared, pouncing from the ground, leading with a handful of long, sharp claws. "You will regret crossing me, you odd beast!"

His attempt at reasoning with the human had failed. Just as it had failed many other times. The Womb's opinion of Humanity was deteriorating quickly. Day after day their stupidity astounded him, their quickness to arms, their pride, their selfishness and greed. Life had surely had it's way with Humanity, but The Womb would see to it that his son would not ultimately become victorious. As The Womb pondered the Human before him proceeded to fall to his knees.

It seemed a transformation was taking place. He seemed to become animalistic, his form even changing, hair sprouting and his form growing bigger. How interesting. It seems this human...was never human at all. The transformation did not take long and once completed it seemed the creature was bloodthirsty. It lunged wildly for The Womb, trying to claw at him, kill him even. The Womb met the lunge by grabbing the beasts wrists and then slamming his head forwards in order to butt the wolf. He hoped his attack would connect so he could fleet from this enclosed space. It did not seem like an adequate place to be engaging in combat.

The being seized Dark Fang's wrists in a grip as solid as iron, and as cold as the grave. He saw the head coming in for an attack, but he had little room to dodge and he could hardly block it. The hit struck solidly, knocking Romolus' head back. Even in this form, the strike brought tears to his eyes. His head swum for a moment, a growl sounding in his chest, as he replied in kind, using the backwards swing to gain momentum, and attempting to drive his own head into his opponent's. "You dare touch Romolus?"

Unexpectedly the beast named Romolus retaliated with it's own head butt. The unexpected nature of the attack surprised Womb and threw him backwards, the sheer strength momentum and force ultimately sent Womb flying through the panels of the wooden bar. The pipes for the beer taps snapped under his weight and the pressurized alcohol shot out in streams about them. As he lay he noticed that the man that had been sleeping still continued to sleep, through a beat man transformation, gunshots and the heavy sounds of brawling. The Womb admired his diligence. However off guard this creature my have caught him The Womb had not sustained any notable damage and returned to his feet swiftly. While the beasts head no doubt still swam from the two blows it had now sustained from being attacked, and retaliating, Womb grabbed the creature by what was left of its shredded clothes, lowered his center of gravity and proceeded to try and launch the beast at the entrance door. If it went to plan this wolf man would be slung outside and into a more open area where The Womb could fully utilize his fighting skills.

The thing's hands moved, released his hands and gripped his clothing. He felt the sickening feeling of weightlessness, then sailed through the air, hitting the door, which promptly turned into so many matchsticks. He hit the ground and flipped to his feet, growling. "You dare? You dare attack the Lord of Wolves?" He asked, half in disbelief, leaping at his opponent with a vicious right hook aimed at the thing's face, with a left punch to follow directly after.

The Womb's attack had been successful. He had cleanly thrown the wolf man outside leaving a gaping hole where the doors and part of the wall had been.. He stepped forwards hoping to get outside but the beast had already found its feet and was launching another attack effort. The first punch connected squarely, knocking Womb's head to the side, luckily it hadn't disorientated him too much and still had the footing and awareness to catch the other punch before it connected. Without wasting any time Womb began to hammer straight left's in rapid succession at the wolf's face. He was beginning to feel impatient, and even a little angry at how arrogant the beast was. "Do not test me, Beast Man." His left still being thrown in precise swings, "I am The Womb, all life has come from me! If I had not monitored your well being, this world would have no life to call it's own."

He felt the fist smash into his face repeatedly, knocking his head back and to the side repeatedly. After the fifth punch, he tasted the bitter sweet coppery flavour of his own blood. With his free hand, he rapidly shot it up and began to deflect the strong, precise blows that aimed for his face. His defense was impeccable, turning the blows aside with his palm or forearm knocking the punches aside as they were inches from him. They whistled the air by his head, and some brushed his fur. "I am a god! Your power is as an ant's before mine!" He roared, aiming a powerful left kick at Womb's flank.

The kick sent Womb flying. It had been aimed perfectly and drove into the kidney area of The Womb's body. The force shot Womb to his right, releasing the beasts wrist and smashing through the thick brick wall. Womb lay for a moment, stunned. About him many humans screamed and ran. It seemed he had been driven into one of the earthlings many eating houses. He stood quickly, anticipating the wolf man to enter. Womb wished to be ready for him. By now the wolf man must have been hurting. He had obviously been outraged that a being like The Womb could even stand against him. Believing himself to be some form of god. HAHAHA, there are no god's on this earth. Only the pinnacles of evolution.

The Womb situated himself against the wall from which he crashed through, waiting by the lip of the hole. As the beast came through in search for him Womb would spring and devastate him with a heavy blow.

Romolus grinned as his prey slammed into and through a wall. He followed, standing by the hole for a moment, then sniffed. He could smell his opponent. But where? He slowly lowered himself to his front paws and crept forward, his eyes narrow. He sniffed again, took a couple of steps, sniffed, turned his head right, sniffed, left, sniffed, and repeated this as his head slowly entered the room. There! He pulled back, the blow sweeping mere centimeters from his face. He replied in full, twisting his entire body as he aimed a divine set of claws at the being's face.