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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: There was something different about Frankenstein during his spar with Muzaka.
Notes: ...Neither verse. Just something that happened after Gaining Strength.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 648
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka perked up when Frankenstein transformed with a howl. His fur had condensed to a spike that rose up from each shoulder, his aura strong enough to keep his hair afloat.
He grinned. Frankenstein had -
Frankenstein narrowed his eyes at him and dashed forward, claws raised to slash.
Huh? Muzaka grabbed Frankenstein's wrist and threw him into a tree.
Frankenstein twisted around before he hit it, landing feet first. He jumped off it, aiming for Muzaka again.
Muzaka narrowed his eyes.
This wasn't Frankenstein. He hadn't let go of his transformation yet and he was... Well. He was attacking like a werewolf.
Muzaka hopped out of the way, Frankenstein rolling when he landed. Was it because Frankenstein's transformation had grown stronger he'd gone wild? Then he should be fine when Frankenstein let go of it.
Which wouldn't be long with how he was currently fighting.
Frankenstein growled, lunging for him again.
Muzaka sighed. He knew how to fight other werewolves.
It was...boring.
Predictable.
Frankenstein was stronger and faster like this, but there was none of the challenge Muzaka had gotten used to when he sparred with Frankenstein. Frankenstein kept him on his toes, kept him guessing what he was going to do next, made him react to everything he did.
Frankenstein swiped at him. Muzaka caught his wrist, jerked him closer and headbutted him.
"Ggk!"
Frankenstein went down, letting go of his his transformation.
Shorter than their usual spars, which was to be expected whenever a werewolf's transformation got stronger.
Frankenstein looked dazed on his knees, and it was better than the scowl he'd had before.
"...What...?"
Muzaka smiled, letting go of Frankenstein's wrist, sitting down next to him. "Your transformation got stronger," he told him. "You went a little wild, but you're fine now."
Frankenstein rubbed his forehead. "My transformation - I thought it was already at its strongest?"
"Nah." Muzaka shook his head. "You've got a couple more upgrades to yer transformation yet."
"Hm. And it's normal to lose yourself when your transformation gets stronger?"
"No... Maybe it's 'cause you're human?"
Frankenstein didn't say anything, just studying his face. "What was the fight like?"
Muzaka shrugged. "Eh." There wasn't much to say about it.
Frankenstein chuckled softly. "Ah, that exciting?"
"It wasn't you," Muzaka said.
Frankenstein smiled as he got to his feet with a grunt. "I suppose I should feel flattered you were disappointed."
"I like sparrin' with you, not just 'cause you're strong," Muzaka grumbled. It was how Frankenstein used his strength and speed that kept Muzaka's interest.
"Oh my," Frankenstein said, his smile turning sharp, "so flirty today."
Muzaka grinned back, hopping to his feet. Yeah, this was the Frankenstein he knew.
* * *
Frankenstein frowned, looking at his shoulders. "I lost fur?"
Muzaka smiled. "It gets concentrated, so it stays about the same." Frankenstein was still himself, which was the most important part.
Frankenstein ran a hand through his hair. "And this too?"
"Yep."
Frankenstein narrowed his eyes at Muzaka, his eyes trailing of Muzaka's hair. "You as well?"
Muzaka chuckled at that. "Not exactly - it more flares out than up."
"Hnn, all right."
Muzaka transformed and lunged forward. They were wasting energy talking; he wanted to see what Frankenstein would do with his new transformation!
* * *
Muzaka lashed out with a kick, catching Frankenstein in the ribs. It flung Frankenstein back, but Frankenstein flipped around so he landed on his feet.
He wavered there for a second and Muzaka relaxed as Frankenstein fell down on one knee, letting go of his transformation.
Frankenstein looked up at him, smirking. "A better spar this time?"
"Definitely," Muzaka said with a laugh, letting go of his own transformation. "You're amazing."
He couldn't wait to see what Frankenstein's wolf form would look like - he knew Frankenstein would reach it.
Summary: There was something different about Frankenstein during his spar with Muzaka.
Notes: ...Neither verse. Just something that happened after Gaining Strength.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 648
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka perked up when Frankenstein transformed with a howl. His fur had condensed to a spike that rose up from each shoulder, his aura strong enough to keep his hair afloat.
He grinned. Frankenstein had -
Frankenstein narrowed his eyes at him and dashed forward, claws raised to slash.
Huh? Muzaka grabbed Frankenstein's wrist and threw him into a tree.
Frankenstein twisted around before he hit it, landing feet first. He jumped off it, aiming for Muzaka again.
Muzaka narrowed his eyes.
This wasn't Frankenstein. He hadn't let go of his transformation yet and he was... Well. He was attacking like a werewolf.
Muzaka hopped out of the way, Frankenstein rolling when he landed. Was it because Frankenstein's transformation had grown stronger he'd gone wild? Then he should be fine when Frankenstein let go of it.
Which wouldn't be long with how he was currently fighting.
Frankenstein growled, lunging for him again.
Muzaka sighed. He knew how to fight other werewolves.
It was...boring.
Predictable.
Frankenstein was stronger and faster like this, but there was none of the challenge Muzaka had gotten used to when he sparred with Frankenstein. Frankenstein kept him on his toes, kept him guessing what he was going to do next, made him react to everything he did.
Frankenstein swiped at him. Muzaka caught his wrist, jerked him closer and headbutted him.
"Ggk!"
Frankenstein went down, letting go of his his transformation.
Shorter than their usual spars, which was to be expected whenever a werewolf's transformation got stronger.
Frankenstein looked dazed on his knees, and it was better than the scowl he'd had before.
"...What...?"
Muzaka smiled, letting go of Frankenstein's wrist, sitting down next to him. "Your transformation got stronger," he told him. "You went a little wild, but you're fine now."
Frankenstein rubbed his forehead. "My transformation - I thought it was already at its strongest?"
"Nah." Muzaka shook his head. "You've got a couple more upgrades to yer transformation yet."
"Hm. And it's normal to lose yourself when your transformation gets stronger?"
"No... Maybe it's 'cause you're human?"
Frankenstein didn't say anything, just studying his face. "What was the fight like?"
Muzaka shrugged. "Eh." There wasn't much to say about it.
Frankenstein chuckled softly. "Ah, that exciting?"
"It wasn't you," Muzaka said.
Frankenstein smiled as he got to his feet with a grunt. "I suppose I should feel flattered you were disappointed."
"I like sparrin' with you, not just 'cause you're strong," Muzaka grumbled. It was how Frankenstein used his strength and speed that kept Muzaka's interest.
"Oh my," Frankenstein said, his smile turning sharp, "so flirty today."
Muzaka grinned back, hopping to his feet. Yeah, this was the Frankenstein he knew.
Frankenstein frowned, looking at his shoulders. "I lost fur?"
Muzaka smiled. "It gets concentrated, so it stays about the same." Frankenstein was still himself, which was the most important part.
Frankenstein ran a hand through his hair. "And this too?"
"Yep."
Frankenstein narrowed his eyes at Muzaka, his eyes trailing of Muzaka's hair. "You as well?"
Muzaka chuckled at that. "Not exactly - it more flares out than up."
"Hnn, all right."
Muzaka transformed and lunged forward. They were wasting energy talking; he wanted to see what Frankenstein would do with his new transformation!
Muzaka lashed out with a kick, catching Frankenstein in the ribs. It flung Frankenstein back, but Frankenstein flipped around so he landed on his feet.
He wavered there for a second and Muzaka relaxed as Frankenstein fell down on one knee, letting go of his transformation.
Frankenstein looked up at him, smirking. "A better spar this time?"
"Definitely," Muzaka said with a laugh, letting go of his own transformation. "You're amazing."
He couldn't wait to see what Frankenstein's wolf form would look like - he knew Frankenstein would reach it.