Arrow Inferno
Chapter 84: Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks ~ Feral attraction in the midst of hatred… Battle lines drawn!

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"I took pity on her and showed her how good it could be, having a man inside her." Reynard continued his chatter. "You should have heard her...screaming like a nympho." He laughed.

Ryan couldn't take it anymore. He opened his hands and let loose an incredibly powerful blast of bright white kinetic energy, which went directly towards Reynard. But of course, it hit against his shield. The blast didn't touch Reynard's body at all. Rather, its great concussive force violently sent the two seated at the table, flying through the air. One, unfortunately, ended up on the sharp edge of the mirror that had exploded earlier as a result of Reynard's scream. He died instantly. "Well, well, well...the little wolf is angry." Reynard applauded with a wide grin. "Don't bother wasting your energy on me. You can't touch me." He looked so smug. "Now, where was I? Yes, your nympho of a mother. Oh, I gave it to her hard." Reynard's hands went behind his head in an even more relaxed state. It was almost as if he was sitting amongst friends, discussing the economy. "Know what surprises me though? I'm sure I pulled out before I...released my precious essence." "I guess the great Reynard Wyatt is not that intelligent after all." Deloris hissed. ""'Cause if you were, you would know that coitus interruptus doesn't guarantee..."

"Spare me the sex education, bitch." Reynard snapped. "I'm talking to my son. Well, you still need to tell me about your deformity though." He directed that statement at Ryan. "I can't see any deformity on your person. Does it have anything to do with your penis?" He asked with a mock curious look on his face. "Do you have any at all?"

"Shut your mouth." Ryan breathed, his heartbeat quickening with anger and shame. He tried to control his breathing but he was quickly losing control.

"Don't let him get to you," Deloris muttered. "He wants you to get angry. Use your anger to strengthen your focus. He's the enemy. We're here to get him. And shield or no shield we're going to. Focus on how to do that?"

"Typical." Reynard taunted. "Very easy to make you stinky mutts angry. Judging by your tone and bulging forehead vein, you're boiling. I can hear your heartbeat quickening. I hear the blood rushing through your veins...your muscles tightening...your teeth grinding. Ooh...the fury!"

Reynard knew that all he had to do was keep talking...goading Ryan...and he would somehow fuck up. If he played his cards right, he would just sit and watch the little wolf do all his work for him. Divine power or not, Reynard Wyatt was older and wiser. And he was going to beat Ryan and change his destiny.

"You spineless toad," Ryan growled.

"No need for name-calling, boy." Reynard grinned. "I might be your father after all. There's no reason for us to be enemies. This is our chance to get to know each other, don't you think?"

"I've seen all that I need to see. I'd rather die than have anything to do with your sorry arse." Ryan began to move slowly towards the arrogant warlock.

"Go to hell." Reynard hissed, finally showing signs of stress.

"Why bother? I'm going to bring it to you." Ryan didn't sound anything like the sweet man the Stanwood Pack knew. He sounded lethal.

And that voice immediately amplified the fears of Reynard's remaining warlock. Reynard's shield again saved him from being affected by Ryan's fear projection. Had the other warlock been human, she would have been literally so scared she would have died of an instant heart attack. But since she was a magical being, she rather panicked so much she automatically began to chant with the aim of defeating the enemy. The enemy, in that case, being Ryan. Every sharp-edged object in the room elevated into the air, with the sharp points directed towards both Ryan and Deloris. Inside the sanctuary, the warlock's power was obviously still strong.

"Ryan..." Deloris gasped, her eyes going to Reynard's happy face. "This is not good."

Ryan stared hard at the warlock, using the same technique he'd used on Isabel when he'd found her naked in Jeremy's arms. He crushed her from inside but this time, he didn't hold back. The warlock began to scream just as the sharp objects cluttered to the ground. Within seconds, blood began to ooze out of her eyes. Then she began to choke. Finally, she crumpled to the floor, dead.

"Alright old man, why don't you spare us the bullshit and take your death like a brave man?" Ryan rasped. "I mean you've already been told this day was coming. You don't really know whether I'm your son or not because you haven't seen any...deformity, right? But...if it looks like a duck and acts like a duck, I think we've got to get ourselves out of denial. It's a fucking duck!"

"You arrogant prick." Reynard's face was red with anger. "I could crush you."

"Why don't you hit me with your best shot?" Ryan drawled. "And whilst you're at it why don't you come away from that force field you've surrounded yourself with?"

"Do I look like a fool to you?" Reynard didn't look amused. "Hit you with my best shot? So that you can steal it from me?" At Ryan's confused look, Reynard gave a humorless chuckle. "You don't even know, do you?" He pointed at Deloris. "She knows. I won't attack you to enable you absorb my power and gain more ammunition. And this shield is not coming down. You may be safe from me for now. But can your dogs out there say the same?" He sneered. "You will be sniffing at the entrails of your beloved wolf pack come morning. Catch me if you can." With that last dig, Reynard disappeared.

Deloris and Ryan stared at the spot where Reynard had occupied mere seconds earlier as if they were in a trance. Deloris recovered first.

"Oh god, Ryan." She wailed. "The pack. He'll kill them all."