"Vaporwave? Trash."

Zancrow wasn't too sure why he decided to eat from Burger Queen, but after hearing the terrible music that did its successful best at causing ruin and sorrow to the man's ears, he had had enough. He found the courage to throw away the burger he had threw it away, disgusted by the atmosphere of the establishment and the terrible people who actually liked to eat there. As things were beginning to calm down, the most infuriatingly brazen red-headed boy Zancrow had ever seen made a high-pitched screech about getting robbed. The poor little boy.

"Little boy where are your parents?"

"You damn shit."

Zancrow was not all too pleased with the way this small boy found himself speaking to him. So much vulgarity and obscene words of malice and threat, so much that it only seemed to infuriate Zancrow. There was a fine line between being upset and just being furious. There was something about the boy, something dark and immature at the same time. During the boy's rant, the large man seemed to grow larger, his simple maroon t-shirt ripping apart at the rapid expansion of his muscles and the like. What was once a seven-foot-three angry man became an eight-foot-three mass of anger and fur. Being called a piece of shit was not too bad, but coming from this small child?

He had to go. Now.

The moment on being called trash, the Lycan placed his raised knee center into the small boy's chest. People were only in a state of panic as they were unsure of what was transpiring was even a real phenomenon. Zancrow wanted to send the boy flying, and he would do so if the knee strike connected. Given his enhanced physical statistics, it just may work.

[190 Mana]

The man was sent airborne from the hit, although by not that much to Zancrow's chagrin. Something about the way that he flew up made the man more enraged and irate, for some unknown reason. As the man made his rapid, yet short-lived descent into the air the Lycan would howl twice, much akin to that of a wild, wolfish beast of nature, calling his brethren to his spirit to fight along side him. A certain rage developed within the man, his fur standing on end as if he were a feral beast; his fangs seemed to grow more sharp, and his blood lust enhanced by unconventional means. There was only bloodshed on the Lycan's mind, driven insane by the horrible sounds of vaporwave and those who enjoyed its barbaric and uncivilized presence.

Having only been sent a meter into the air, Zancrow quickly went to work to dispatch this man for his blatant disregard for cultured music and etiquette. Once his howls were complete, the man had snapped his fingers, the massive werewolf would howl again, doing so without much effort on his end aside from simply opening his mouth. A concussive blast of wind would strike the man before he would be able to make any further action needed to counter the Lycan. It would be unfortunate for the man to be practically point blank, as he had only been hit a meter into the air, putting him just in perfect range of the attack. Zancrow's quicker speed and endurance would make sure to have the attack connect; if it did not, which it should have, the boy would only fail to knock the large man over. The combined factors of the Lycan weighing four hundred pounds, and the added act of Zancrow making a motion of placing a foot behind him to brace himself as he shot the blast of wind from his mouth.

Should the man have been hit by the blast, he would be sent airborne further, being propelled through the roof of the establishment's wooden ceiling. There was too much at stake, such as the decency of humanity in the wake of such a horrid genre of music, and the back of the arrogant red-haired boy who would be sent to fly among the pigeons.

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A sudden calming of the beast made its furs calm down and revert back to the shaggy and unkempt way that it once was. The ferocity seemed to melt away, although without much visible change to the already savage humanoid. Something was amiss, and in the most peculiar of ways. However, nothing would seem too troubling for the Lycan, who was quick of wits and knew of the ways of men and their tricks in battle. The other man did not do very much in hiding his attack with the other hand, which gave Zancrow the idea of a sneak attack of sorts, one that was not very uncommon to those who knew a thing or so about combat, even in the slightest detail. Many parts of the young lad were made open for attack, given his present airborne state, although the concern of the probable bullet-like attack did make Zancrow slightly hesitant. However, within combat there would be no room for such a mistake of being hesitant, and the beast would begin his further assault.

Upon the release of his attack, his face would be assaulted by the nearly two foot bullet-like blast of darkness projected by the boy's gun-shaped hand. Although he had not managed to keep his mouth shut in time, he was able to see there was an opportunity of letting the brunt of the blast meet head on, in a literal sense. His beast blood made sure that the blast would not do sufficient damage, but damage was damage and that could not be ignored. Temporary blindness would be induced from taking such an attack directly to the face, although the attack felt more blunt than anything. A bit of blinking was done, but the beast within Zancrow helped to guide him to further assault, as what all beasts who feel the need to attack do despite their injuries. He felt the spirit of his two enhancing howls diminish after the blast had hit, the strain of already running through half of his magical energy somewhat of a burden. However, there was still some room to make a comeback, and that would prove to be the challenge.

After being hit in the face his left arm would swing upwards, the act of such a thing caused a metal table to be launched up right after the troublesome red-haired boy made it to the ceiling of the roof. Seeing as he only stopped as he made it only at the edge, there would not be that much time, since the roof of the establishment was only fifteen feet from the ground. As the red-haired nuisance would have to deal with an incoming table thrown at him at a speed too quick to gauge, coupled with the weight of the table giving it added force and "weight" upon impact, Zancrow would act quick on that ruse to simply leap forward to the red-haired male. As the red-haired male made his ascent and stopped, the table would only trail by a mere second, or even less. The Lycan was only a moment or so after the table, making the added force coupled with the speed and weight of the Lycan almost inescapable. The red-haired male would find that the ceilings of the establishment were slanted and held by durable, wooden panes, making his escape a challenging one. The Lycan would have its durability to help make it easier on its body in case of a slip up in the beastly rampage or some ingenious idea by the boy to escape in the nick of time. However, it would all have to play out in the end.

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