Lyon stood up gallantly despite his smaller figure as it brought both awe and fear toward the civilians. His four blacktails were as light as a feather as it fluttered against the air however it could be as heavy as a mountain each if he willed it so. He had absolute control over his extra limbs yet his personality stayed the same. The insanity of the transformation could do nothing to his soul.
"Hey there beauty," said Lyon as he held up the healer's chin to her fright.
The leader wolfman raised his shaky arm before he grabbed Lyon's wrist. With a smile that caused him stinging pain, he muttered, "M-mercy, this one is still young."
Lyon shook his grab before he shook his head, "Of course she is, after all..."
He suddenly grabbed her mouth and held her up to the civilian's disbelief, "She made mistakes."
The onlookers opened their eyes wide as they muttered rejection from his act. However, none dare to fight him since the best of them was already at death's doorsteps.
