orange peel. All two to three layers of it, showing nothing but raw flesh and maybe some bone. Did the wolf cub think he'd rip the steel away? Hardly.
When his back hit the hard, find ground he felt the air leap from his lungs. Just an empty cage of insides. He gasped for air only for a short time before retaliating with a sound kick into the dog's stomach. Maybe he could rattle around his insides.
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Fenrir went flying through the air, hitting the side of the much-battered truck with a bone-rattling thud. The car alarm began wailing, and Fenrir staggered to his feet and shook his head. He felt much more sturdy when he was wearing his real skin, though. He began circling Thor again.
”Thunderer, your blood tastes a little hotter,” Fenrir said, licking it off of his muzzle. ”That hammer has been good for you.”
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Thor smirked, pleased with himself. He'd missed this kind of strength. No one quite understood what it felt like to be a steal tank suddenly zapped of his energy not able to do what he was built to do.
Thor had a big laugh, almost fake as he threw another wallop. This game had turned into a bonding ritual with these two. It wasn't about death, but about how much the other would bleed before collapsing. "I can do this all day long, wolf." He teased Fenrir by motioning his hands, not even appearing as tired as he felt.
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Fenrir feinted towards him a few times, darting and weaving to see where Thor’s injuries had begun to accumulate.
”Hmph, someone will call the police eventually,” Fenrir said, snapping at the air near Thor’s hand. The car alarm was still wailing.
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They fought until they were both nearly corpses on the ground, having gone in circles with this friendly fight. Thor took it as a sign for fuel.
"Time for a beer," or about five cases of. "You can follow." That was Thor's nod of approval.
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Fenrir lay on the ground, panting through his mouth in deep gasps. Thor’s blood coated his muzzle. Something might have been broken in his tail, which Thor had grabbed very indelicately at one point. Rude.
Beer sounded good. He hadn’t had any as a wolf for some time, and working out his aggression had left him feeling mellow. Well, mellow and like he had been stomped by a horse, but still.
”All right,” he grunted, getting his legs under him and climbing shakily to his feet. ”You are providing it.” ---------------------------