The knight and werewolf glared at one another, their hardened souls fueled by an ancient battle. The man stood firm in his chain mail armor; his eyes filled with a determined fire. The werewolf dwarfed him with its muscular bulk, its claws glistening in the pale moonlight like gleaming silver daggers.
The knight in blood-spattered mithril armor lunged with his twin blades, throwing himself into a desperate assault. He found his every slash and stab met by the beast's claws and in a desperate thrust, over extended. The monster lunged forward, catching him in the stomach with its jaws. The breath was forced from the hero's body, and his armor shredded like so much cheese. He fell back, the tip of his sword catching the beasts chin, his glancing blow spawning a fine mist of black blood.
The beast lost all reason, charging. The man aimed for the its head. That was a mistake. His blade shattered between its powerful jaws. The vicious creature swiped at Man, who fell back, only just blocking with two crossed daggers. Claws met steel in a cacophony of sparks that lit up the night air.
With a sudden lunge of steel, dagger met tooth and sword clashed against claw. Sparks flew as their weapons clanged against one another in a chaotic chorus of ringing steel. The man stood tall, his body dripping with sweat, as the werewolf’s eyes burned with an unholy fire, its teeth bared in a fierce snarl, ready to sink its vicious fangs into its enemy.
The pair circled each other, their weapons held before them in a silent promise of death. The night air was still and the pale moonlight hung like a shroud over their makeshift battleground. In the moon's eerie glow, they both seemed almost to shimmer with an unearthly power. The world held its breath as the two prepared for a final confrontation.
That was when a raccoon stumbled upon the scene, seemingly out of nowhere. It chirped happily as it crossed their path, nimbly making its way over the ruined bridge, blissfully unaware of the danger that it had blundered into.
The man and wolf-man both stopped for a moment, too stunned to act. The pair locked eyes, and an unspoken language passed between them. Tension coiled in their muscles as they turned toward the critter, which chittered in happiness as they stopped fighting.
The man's hand gripped his weapon so tightly that his knuckles turned white while the beast bared its fangs. Once bitter rivals, they now stood as one bound by a shared purpose- to vanquish the foe and claim victory, ready to unleash their fury upon the abomination before them. With a unified cry, they both barreled toward their enemy, resolution gleaming in their eyes to vanquish the raccoon.
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The fight was thunderous and relentless, each blow echoing across the wild terrain like a war drum. Powders of dust flew up from the ground, shaken to life by every thunderous strike. The foes traded strikes of fury as fur and steel tore in every direction. In a symphony of destruction, both man and beast bled heavily until finally they collapsed at the feet of the victorious raccoon.
It's beady eyes glistening with delight as it scampered around, collecting the spoils of victory. It rummaged through the knight's hidden pockets and found at least twenty blades, along with an array of treasures such as bags of coins, trinkets and even slices of mithril armor.
The raccoon dashed towards the werewolf. After a quick search for pockets or loose change, it resorted to extracting one of the werewolf's canines.
The camera zoomed in on the tooth, words etched along its length.
"War Never Changes: Rise of the Raccoon."
The screen faded to black as a thunderous, grandiose choir echoed accompanied by arena-shaking drums and horns. The orchestra swelled to an overwhelming apex as all of the individual instruments fought for supremacy. At once the sound faded away, and a resonant voice declared, “War Never Changes.”
The title burst onto the scene in blinding white letters - War Never Changes: Rise of the Raccoon.
Coming This January.