With a howl from the imposing wolf, the fight was on. Amarok ran towards Tomoe with his claws outstretched and ready to tear the young and tiny morsel apart, when Tomoe rushed forward with a lunge to close the distance while avoiding the creature's swipes.
“Already seen ya for your true self. You ain't shit.”, Tomoe spoke lowly and with disappointment at the same time as a horizontal slash with the golden Kusanagi blade cut open Amarok's stomach.
The strike was severe enough to stagger the beast backwards in dire pain. In that moment it appeared as if Amarok was about to try something sneaky or call in his goons with some real old school coward tactics, but Tomoe's eagle eye for coward tactics as a practitioner of such things himself was having none of it. In another instant, the Joyan once more closed the gap and delivered a second slash to the same injured area on Amarok's body, cleaving the Werewolf clean in two within five seconds of their battle having started. The violent, rabid dog's body was in two pieces on the floor, with Tomoe grasping at his head and then looking defiantly out towards the beasts around him.
“That good enough for y'all? Can I go rest now, or do more of ya need sense carved in like that fine, upstanding gentleman?”
There was an unspoken agreement among the pack that Tomoe had shown himself the superior fighter beyond a shadow of a doubt. They nodded among each other, and everything was calm until Achak walked in. They were cautious about how this would play out, but nevertheless looked to Tomoe for advice. While commanding an army of Werewolves that smelled like wild feces definitely sounded appealing to Tomoe, he knew he wouldn't be getting paid if he tried anything here.
“It's your old leader, back because the recently departed Mr. Bisected back there was a dirty cheater whose mommy didn't love him enough when he was younger or some shit. Listen, all in a day's work, right? I need to go fill up on water and snacks and just lay down for a day, y'know?”, Tomoe blurted out all at once, losing his patience as the world grew more fuzzy from his previous night's misadventures and their lasting toll on him.
“You have my gratitude, Tomoe. Thank you for helping both the village and my tribe. We hope to see you aga-”
“Yeah, yeah. I'll swing by and get drunk again. I need to ram my face into a pillow right now, so I'll take my reward and go for now, thanks.”, Tomoe interrupted rudely, having no patience for the usual banter at the moment and instead desperately wanting his suffering to end.
After an exchange of currency, Tomoe was on his way back to the village for a rest well earned. He would throw another house party on Mary's lawn and not learn a single thing from the entire experience. Such was the man's life, and for the current moment, he wouldn't have it any other way.
WC: 1275/1275 [15% reduced]