ROOOOAAARR!
Ambrose heard Brett's roar from the side and did not need to see what had happened to know that his Beta had taken care of the first car.
"As expected of Brett, quick and efficient." Ambrose nodded inwardly after Brett performed his task flawlessly. He couldn't help but think back to the months of training/torment that Astar had put them through and shivered a little. Even though it was akin to hell, he was glad that Astar did not hold anything back and trained them to the limit.
Ambrose then threw his extra thoughts to the back of his head and turned towards the rolled over car in front of him. The car was caved in on it's right side from the impact of his shoulder colliding with it when he slammed into it. Ambrose wasted no time and used his claws to rip open the door, trying to get to the Vampires on the inside. The sound of metal twisting and breaking was rough on his Werewolf ears, but he ignored it and continued prying open the severely damaged car.
KREEEE!
Ambrose took what was left of the door and threw it to the side. He then looked inside the car only to find it empty, besides the terrified driver in the front.
'Shit! He's not in here. Is he in the second car? No. They wouldn't be stupid enough to put the person they're trying to protect near the front. He should be... in the fourth!' Ambrose finished his thoughts, let out a low growl, and then sprinted towards the fourth car, completely ignoring the terrified driver.
THUMP!
THUMP!
BANG!
Ambrose didn't even bother hiding his intent and directly jumped onto the roof of the car. Which became slightly dented because of his weight in his Werewolf form.
"Holy shit Ambrose! You scared the hell out of me! What happened to the plan?!" Darren said, as he was about to turn the car into a pile of scrap metal with his Power Over Fire.
"The leader wasn't in the middle car, I think he's in here. Stand back, he could kill you if you're not careful." Ambrose instructed in a gruff and low voice, this was his natural tone in his Werewolf form because of his change in anatomy.
Darren stepped back with cold sweat on his face. Indeed, if he was unaware of the opponent in the car in front of him, it would have been totally possible for him to be caught off guard and killed. Still, he manifested his blue flame and prepared to kill any extra Vampires in the car to clear the way for Ambrose's one on one fight with the leader.
BANG!
BANG!
Ambrose slammed both of his fists through the roof of the car and slowly ripped open the metal like it was paper. Darren smiled wryly when he saw the enormous physical strength of his younger brother, even with his enhanced strength because of his awakened abilities, it would take him some effort to do something like that.
Just as Ambrose opened up the roof he felt a strong force slam him on his chin, sending him flying off the car.
GRRRR!
Ambrose felt his jaw throb slightly from the impact, but that was all. Still, the fact that he felt pain from a Vampire's physical attack meant that they were either much older than the ones he had fought before, had immense training, or in the worst case scenario, both of those things. Either way, Ambrose could feel a certain anger rising up inside of him.
When he looked up he saw a pale man with silver hair staring down at him from atop the car. The man looked at him in disdain and said, "I can't believe I had to come all the way out here to kill the likes of you, what an embarrassment."
Hearing the man's condescending words, Ambrose couldn't help but put a smile of anger on his wolf-like face. He looked extremely terrifying while smiling in his Werewolf form, "What the fuck did you say to me, you shit?"
Ambrose released his pressure in full, which immediately effected the surroundings. Even without moving, the road beneath him cracked severely and gravity seemed to double around him.
The Vampire sensed danger and became serious, "I guess this wasn't a complete waste of time, I shall introduce myself. My name is Julius Orili-"
Ambrose suddenly cut him off, "I don't care what your name is."
"..."
"What?"
"I said I don't care what your name is. You're not worthy enough to be my opponent. You reek of arrogance, the same as me, but after listening to the way you talk I can tell that you barely train and only rely on the fact that Vampire's gain strength as they age and your bloodline to stay in your position. Someone who does not train will never be able to beat me." Ambrose confidently stated as his Wolf Aura started uncontrollably emanating from his body.
Julius had never been so humiliated in his over a thousand years of life. He had been pampered since we was young and never had to go through real life and death battles. After the last clan leader had died in a battle against another Marquis clan, he picked the wrong main family descendant to support for the position of clan leader, that person was ultimately killed in the succession battle. Julius was spared because his bloodline was almost as pure as a main descendant but was essentially banished to Earth.
Veins bulged all over Julius's body and his expression became wrathful, "DIE!"
He flashed in front of Ambrose with incredible speed and struck out with his right hand. Ambrose observed curiously as Julius's sleeve turned into a sharp piece of metal and pierced towards him.
CLANK!
Ambrose caught Julius's wrist just before the metal could pierce through his skin and said teasingly, "Sneaky."
BANG!
Ambrose swiped his claws across Julius's chest which made his retreat as blood gushed out of the wounds.
The wounds healed in less than a second, but Julius felt even more humiliated because of this, "You fucking dog! You're not even 20 years old and you think you can kill me?!"
Ambrose just shook his head and said in his head:
"Wolf Aura Technique: Armor"