origin ver. finale / section 6(3)
“Anara saved the Wolf Clan territories, little brother,” Fang said. He swung the sword, sending a wave of crimson across the floor. “Thanks to her, the Wolf Clan will survive the coming darkness. All we must do is repay the debt Hakon made with the Rot. And as the new Clan Alpha, it’s my responsibility to—”
Thane cut him off with a mighty swing of his sword — Fang barely had time to raise his own in defense. The clang sent painful reverberations throughout the chamber.
“Don’t fight this, brother!” Fang recoiled from the blow, head lowered with menace. For the first time, Thane noticed something about his brother’s eyes — a faint purple mist rising from their sockets. “If we renege on the deal, the Rot shall consume these territories without pause. There is no way to fight it. Even our king knows it is but a matter of time!”
Thane gripped his sword with both paws, dropping into a ready stance. “The Fang I know does not give up a fight.”
“And the Thane I know is a foolish pup who fancies himself a fine swordsman,” Fang laughed. “I’m warning you, brother… I’ll not hold back this time.”