The wolves' eyes gleamed a bright, predatory red as they continued circling him, fast, silent, coordinated. Their movements were so quick that even their shadows lagged behind, smearing into streaks of shifting gray that twisted around Bruce like a living whirlwind of fur and claws.
But Bruce only smiled.
There was no fear. No tension. No pressure.
Just anticipation.
At that moment he thought of something... Ozai's voice saying the word 'burn' ringing in his mind...
Ozai's burn command, annoying back then, slowing his healing because it made enemy cells spontaneously combust to flames, had actually given Bruce the spark for multiple theories he'd been itching to test. He had been itching to test it back when he moved to meet Average Joe squad.
But Joe and his little squad were so weak, so dull, so painfully uninteresting that he hadn't even felt motivated to try. As a scientist, mood mattered. Inspiration mattered. And those three had inspired nothing.
But these beasts?
