"Haha, this turned out better than I ever expected. Seriously, this fight is a complete..." Vaultboy starts, but he trails off as he see finally gets a good look at the statue Pilosthenes was swinging around. "
Bastard!"
In response to a sudden influx dark thoughts his hands started to give off a faint light, growing larger and brighter until two blazing points of white fire engulfed his hands and started snaking it's way up his arms. Knight suddenly looked over, and seeing the fire spread over his new acquaintance quickly put himself between him and root. "Mr. Vaultboy, what-"
There was a whooping howl directly behind them that drew most of their attention, however. Both turned around to see the spectators behind them, some man in noble dress and an entire entourage of servants, shifting and changing. There was a sick cracking sound as their mouths and fingers elongated, cloths ripping as they grew larger and their backs arched. Coarse black hair began to grow over their entire bodies, except the nobleman and his wife. They were growing shaggy coats of silver and, strangely, strawberry blond respectively. With a collective howl they used their powerful legs to leap right over Vaultboy, Knight, and Root into the ring of spectators.
The three had no way of knowing that the spectators behind them were werewolves, who had moved closer to observe the fight and whose patriarch had been boasting that, if only they had some moonlight, they would show these pretenders who really wore the hair at this party.
"What in the world?" Was all Knight could say.
"I didn't do that." Replied Vault, just as confused. "I mean, I can do that." he said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck with his still flaming arms. "But I didn't. That's just the moonfire."
"What is moonfire?" Knight asked.
"I don't know, It's just something I have. It doesn't burn hot, it gives off moonlight, it tried to turn me into a cow..."
"A cow?" Knight asked incredulously.
"Where do you think I got the ears?" Vault replies, before lifting up the hair on his forehead and reveling two small nubby horns. "Seriously, a cow. I think it was mad I wasn't using it."
They were interrupted by a commotion across the way, on the opposite side of the spectator ring. Three young men were pushing their way out of the crowd, hastily fastening belts. As they moved out their form began to shift like magic, as each man turned into a wolf the size of a bear. These three had also been halfheartedly boasting about how they would show the three in the ring what for, and the other group of wolves joining the fray had emboldened them to me those boasts a reality.
Then a shaggy red gorilla leaped off the nearest building into the ring, pounding it's chest and letting out a feral war cry. It didn't have anything to prove. It'd just escaped from an animal hospital while everyone was at the party, having contracted a disease which causes shaggy red hair to grow all over ones body that could be spread by either its scratch or bite.
"Oh wait maybe I did do this." Muttered Vaultboy quickly. "When I evened the odds. If the other two get a scratch they're going to be just a hairy as the the big hairy guy."
"When you what?" asked Knight again, hastily trying to keep up.
"I have lots of weird, semi-random powers. One day I woke up and could turn into a bee." Explained Vaultboy.
"Oh, this has just gotten completely out of hand." Said Knight, regretfully looking at the various animals now charging into the fray. "Make sure Mr. Root isn't harmed." He said, and rushed in as well.
"Got ya." Called Vaultboy, looking at the little plant thing for the first time. "Yo, what's up?"
(Regal Silver Werewolf joined the fray)
(Noble Blond Wearwolf joined the fray)
(10 Werewolves joined the fray)
(3 Hexenwulfen joined the fray)
(Red Gorilla joined the fray)
(Knight joined the fray)
Hey son, wanna' learn how ta' make witch balls?
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