ZOOOM!
Xavier dashed forward in a blur, the speed he now possessed—thanks to his healed ankle—making him move like a streak of lightning across the clearing.
BOOM!!
KRRUNSH!!
SPLURT!
PSSHH!
Before the rest of the wolves could even comprehend what had happened, Xavier had already buried his fist into the skull of the nearest wolf, slamming its head into the dirt with monstrous force.
Bone fragmented like shattered glass beneath the force of his strike. Brain matter exploded outward in a grotesque fountain of red and grey, mixing with the dirt to form a viscous, horrifying sludge. The sickening crunch of bone meeting raw earth, the wet squelch of ruptured flesh—echoed across the silent clearing like the punchline of a nightmare.
Time seemed to freeze.
The twitching body of the now-dead wolf spasmed once… then went still. Forever.
