Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20170129233222/@comment-5142578-20170530005318

A gunshot is heard, and a splatter of green liquid stains the beach. Xulu would find himself on his knees, clutching his hand, which was now missing a finger. Frost takes a few steps forward, with Numen behind him. The smoke emitting from the end of the rifle's barrel would signal that he was the one who fired a shot that severed one of Xulu's fingers.

"That was a warning shot." Frost says in an icy tone. "The next one kills." Somewhere in the back of his mind, the wolf realized that he was behaving very differently. Almost. . . cocky. Arrogant, even. Why didn't he just aim to kill Xulu? What was happening to him? He pushed these questions aside; there was no time to answer those questions now.