Two wolves lunged through the air, jaws wide, snarls echoing through the steel corridor. Their grotesque bodies blurred in motion—patchy fur clinging to moss and ivy, vines twisting along their limbs, tails moving like animated shrubs. Roots embedded in their flesh split with each movement, oozing green sap frim their bodies.
Pamela's expression stayed calm, her wrist lifting as the Midnight Rose pulsed in sync with her heartbeat. "Huh. I'm not one to be outdone by a mere animal."
The bracelet erupted. A whip of thorned vines burst forth, its hardened surface dripping sap, barbs catching the dim glow as it writhed like something alive. Pamela's arm moved with ease, her control better than ever.
"Hmm… this is becoming easier to control."
The whip snapped forward. The first wolf was still mid-howl when the barbs shot straight into its mouth, tearing through the back of its neck with a spray of gore and green fluid. Before the carcass even hit the floor, the whip coiled around the second wolf's throat. Pamela yanked hard. Its head tore free in a brutal rip, falling against the steel floor while its body collapsed into the twitching vines.
Both wolves shriveled quickly, flesh sagging, vines curling into themselves until only mulch-like rot remained. The stench of damp earth and rotting wood rolled out around them.
The whip lashed onward, slithering toward the other two beasts charging Barbara. One leapt, claws extended. Pamela's whip coiled wide and wrapped the entire creature—neck, torso, legs—binding it in thorns. The wolf gave a strangled whimper, its body convulsing against the tightening vine.
Cracks rang out as ribs snapped like brittle sticks. A wet crunch followed as its spine gave way. Pamela's grip tightened and the whip crushed the wolf into pulp, green and red fluids splattering across the corridor. When she finally released, the remains fell to the floor in a puddle of sap-tinged gore, already decomposing into foul mulch.
The whip slid back into the Midnight Rose, curling once more around Pamela's wrist like an obedient serpent. One wolf remained.
Barbara stood ready, electricity dancing between her fingers, her stance firm. Her eyes widened briefly at the carnage, then narrowed again as she smirked with sharp pride.
"Holy shit," she said, voice tinged with awe. "I can't let you outdo me like that, Pamela."
Pamela tilted her head, one brow rising, lips curving faintly. "Then let's see what you've got, Barbara."
The two last wolves crouched low, snarling, their moss-covered bodies trembling with predatory rage.
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