Somehow the werewolf throws himself at Maxis, claws extended. This is the first time he has used his claws. They glow dull white and orange in the lantern light. His teeth are bared. His eyes are red. My heart leaps into my throat.
Maxis doesn�t seem to move at all. One second, he is frozen, watching the werewolf come, the next he is underneath, fist extended. I smell flesh burn as his fist hits hard enough to go through the werewolf. The wind pushes forward with the blow and the wolf smacks into what seems like an invisible wall.
That�s when I notice the crowd. There are campus police, students, and an older gentleman in what seems like long flapping garments all staring. The werewolf slides down the invisble barrier. He doesn�t move again. Maxis watches the body a few seconds, nods, and then begins to sway. He falls, like the strings holding him up are cut. When he hits the ground, the wind just stops.
There is a moment of silence. I am not even thinking of the pain as I pull myself to my feet and run to Maxis� side. I see the rise and fall of his chest. My hands are shaking. I�m shaking him, but he isn�t moving. He doesn�t seem badly injured though. Just knocked out I guess.
I hear someone ask the unconscious werewolf for his student ID. I don�t care. I just want to get Maxis out of here. So I pick him up and walk over to my blastboard. If I can hold him steady in my arms, I should be able to get him back to the apartment. Better than standing around here. Who knows what other enemies he has skulking about.
No Really...that's it