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Character(s): Remus Lupin and anyone else.
Content: It's the full moon, and Remus transforms into a werewolf, and goes running around the city of Paixao.
Setting: All over Paixao.
Time: Nightfall, after the moon rises.
Warnings: Please note that any character in this thread will encounter Remus and may be subject to getting hurt, or, if they're human, of becoming a werewolf themselves.

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The sun was setting, and Remus was heading straight for the church. Despite feeling like he was going to keel over and pass out. He hoped beyond hope that the heavy doors could contain him, and that he could find a room without any windows to jump through. The sun was disappearing below the horizon, and he knew the moon would be up soon after. Remus ran through the building, looking for a secure place to lock himself up.

By the time Remus had found a secluded room, the sun was down, and the moon started to rise. Pain started to course through him, and he fell to his knees on the floor, doubles over from the intense pain with his wand dropping to the floor as well. The moon rose higher, and Remus screamed, the transformation taking over and the beast that he tried so hard to hide came out. Remus' screams soon turned to harsh howls, and what used to be a kind, considerate boy now ran through the church and burst out the front doors. Remus was loose in the city of Paixao. No one was safe.

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Zetta smirked as the flame hit and then broke into a full, triumphant grin as Remus landed at his feet. And really, how could Zetta be surprised the fight had gone so well? He was the Badass Freakin' Overlord, after all. "At least you actually managed to have some fight in you. I just have more than anyone can take," he said, reaching out to pick up Remus by the scruff of the neck, intending to savor his victory for a little while longer.

Remus might have been down, but he wasn't out. At least, not yet. As Zetta's hand got close enough, Remus suddenly turned his head to try to bite off the guy's hand. Remus was the one to rip his prey apart, not the other way around.

While his hand wasn't quite bitten off Remus managed to get his teeth sunk in pretty good, and as blood poured from his wounds, Zetta shouted curses left and right, trying to pull his hand free. Son of a bitch! the Overlord repeated to himself in his head. He should have made sure the werewolf really was knocked out before gloating. Damn it!

Being a werewolf, Remus had a damn good hold on Zetta, and he wasn't about to let go any time soon. Despite being weakened by his injuries from the fight, he still did what he could to tug at Zetta's hand to rip the damned thing off.

He might not make it home in one piece, but he did what he could to make sure his opponent would end up the same.

Zetta snarled, his own fangs bared against the werewolf in front of him. Just as Remus wasn't likely to let go anytime soon, Zetta's hand wasn't liable to come off anytime soon, though the gashes were getting quite a bit deeper as time went on. He wasn't some weak-ass human, and if this bastard didn't let him go, Zetta was seriously considering burning its jaw off.

Instead, however, Zetta wrenched his arm upward to try and free it from Remus's jaws, ignoring the searing pain of his tearing flesh as he did so. Come on, gravity... work with him here.

Gravity did do Zetta a favor, along with the force of his pull. Remus was forced to either let go of Zetta's arm or have his jaw broken from the force upward. Remus chose the former, but not before scraping a little more flesh off the guy's hand with his teeth.

Remus landed on the ground on all fours, mostly unhurt, though his jaw would probably be in more than a bit of pain in the morning. For now though, that didn't matter. The werewolf kept his eyes on his opponent, this time waiting for him to attack. He growled, baring his teeth, hoping that Zetta would run away so he could have a nice chase before taking him down.

Zetta immediately pulled his bloodied hand close to him, glaring at the wolf in front of him. Stubborn bastard... Did it really think it could do that to him and get away with it? Did it really think he was just going to shrink off like some sort of weakling?! This was Badass Freakin' Overlord Zetta he was fighting here!

The bastard had taken out his dominant hand, too. Immediately, Zetta's other hand erupted into flame, which he tossed Remus's way, not even bothering to aim in his anger.

Somehow, Zetta's fire ball almost hit Remus square in the face. He had just barely jumped out of the way, but the fire ball still singed his ear, which lit up for a few seconds, spooking him.

The sudden light and burning pain in his ear told the werewolf that it was enough. He growled loudly at Zetta, the turned tail and fled to find something easier and less painful to kill. He could only hope that the demon wouldn't come after him.

Zetta was pissed enough that he almost did go after Remus. Almost. The fact that he hadn't been the one to budge, however, provided him with enough satisfaction that he was more than willing to watch the wolf run off. "Heh... showed him," Zetta muttered to himself, a triumphant smirk stretching across his face.

It disappeared quickly as he glanced back down at his wounded hand. He... was going to have to get that bandaged up, wasn't he? Great. Might as well get back before he got too much blood everywhere.

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