Gil smiled, a sad, crooked thing. "That's where you're wrong, old friend. This is exactly what I was made for."
"No!" Yugo screamed, lunging, but he was too slow, too broken. bloody roar 4
They charged.
She stood in the sterile white observation deck overlooking a circular pit of reinforced concrete and titanium alloy. Below, two figures circled each other. One was a gaunt man with silver-streaked hair and a laboratory coat—disgraced former lead researcher, Dr. Gilbert “Gil” Orville. The other was a massive, shaggy brute of a man with knuckles that dragged the floor and eyes that held the amber fire of a wolf. His name was Yugo, the Wolfen. Gil smiled, a sad, crooked thing
Yugo’s first strike was a horizontal slash aimed at Lizard’s throat. Gil ducked, his tail whipping around to catch Yugo’s ankles. The Wolfen jumped, using the pit wall as a springboard, and came down with a double axe-handle blow. Lizard hissed, catching the blow on his scaled forearms, sparks flying from the impact. They charged
Gil reached the door. He planted his remaining good hand on its surface, looked back at Yugo one last time, and smiled.