"You, wolf... A good fight!" The orc shouted, his body filled with writhing muscles as what seemed to be earth magic started to form a solid armour around his fists and body, likely to protect him from my blows.
Yet I felt no danger or fear... My hearts began to beat consecutively, their loud thumps following each other like a deep, rapid double paradiddle on a bass drum, causing the hearts to form a strange symphony of their resounding beats.
"Not bad yourself, orc!" I replied, coating my body in flames as my muscles and height began to increase, the cracking of my bones and stretching of my muscles almost orgasmic as I began transforming into a primal werewolf.
Unlike in the past, no rage, anger, or emotion triggered this. But my desire to fight and the beautiful beating of my heart are in sync like a war drum.
I wanted to fight—simple.
