Fight Club

Apparently, your indecisiveness lasts too long, and the werewolf soon recovers and finds a chance to leap to its feet. It crouches menacingly, front claws raised towards you and mouth snarling as though it's ready to tear you to ribbons. Not one to back down from a challenge, you raise your fists and prepare for its attack.

With a sudden burst of speed, the wolf lurches forward, launching itself towards you. Prepared for its ****, you dodge left, watching as it stumbles forward, stumbling for a moment before regaining its balance and turning to face you again. Once again, it lunges at you, and this time you duck down, doing a somersault into its legs. It's launched from the ground, momentum still carrying it forward, and you hear a painful squeak as its rubber face slides across the solid, tiled floor. You're doing better than you'd expected, you think to yourself.

However, you don't have a chance to pat yourself on the back, as the wolf is already back on its feet and moving in for another go. This time, it approaches you slowly, closing in so that it can actually land a blow instead of mindlessly charging at you a third time. It swipes forward, but you spring back, grabbing its outstretched arm and throwing it past you. Once again, it falls to the floor, letting out a pained yelp. You crack a smile - you never knew you had it in you.

The latex werewolf looks irritated now, its eyes filled with the kind of aggression that can only be brought on by absolute malice. Its mouth is beginning to froth with what you assume is saliva, and a low, guttural growl is issuing forth from its throat. Looks like this fight's just getting started!