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He came to the city, another tyrant bullying the little ones into his demands, like so many before him, they refused. They fought back with their armies and even genetically altered giants. None could stand against him.

The wolf grinned. He was slowly expanding his territories and servants. Strange that this town was so resistant to accept him as their leader, but others did the same and eventually they fell.

A large black wolf, although not quite having a name, he chose Garm, like the one of legend that would destroy and cause a new age to emerge. His body was thick and rippling with muscles. Wearing little more than torn pants, he truly wondered if this town he was in had any resistance whatsoever.

Resistance came swiftly however, with what looked to be a red and yellow scaled dragon girl emerging from between two large buildings, her height almost matching Garm's.

She seemed familiar somehow, but he just smirked. Another giant wanting to take him down, the others fell so easily to his might, would she prove a fitting challenge?

She had blonde hair that fell to her shoulders; the top was spiked and parted in the front. Golden eyes watched him and seemed to be staring past his flesh. Her tail swayed about casually, as if knowing this was the calm before the storm.

The dragon lady wore little more than what looked to be a blue form-fitting one-piece suit.

"And who are you? Granted I doubt your name will matter little when I am done with you."

"Ilkarin." She said, almost a low whisper. The wolf watched some little's trying to attack his legs and he simply placed his foot down in a stomping motion to squish them below his pads.

Ilkarin's eyes lit up. Had he gotten a rise out of her?

"Oh, I am sorry, let me wipe the smears from my feet..."

"How dare you..." Her fingers clenched into a fist.

Garm just gave a smile. "Why? Do you have feelings for these insects?"

Her rounded eyes began to narrow into slits, and their color started to turn red, a soft growl escaped her lips. "Do not tempt me..."

"Ha! Tempt you. My dear, I have made cities and giants larger than you bow before me. Granted some of them put up a fight first, but I do not think anyone can outmatch the might of Garm."

"You..." She growled deeply. "Dare to believe you are all powerful?" Again she heard the sickening crunch of his foot against a nearby citizen.

"Pardon me. You must find a better place to talk than a picnic full of an-"

"ENOUGH!!!" Ilkarin roared out at him, taking the wolf a bit aback by the sudden burst of fury. No matter, she was enraged, and would not be the best at attacking him. Anger did make one less accurate.

With a quick stomp of her foot, she shook the ground and sent some of the vehicles flipping into the air. Grabbing two cars into each hand, she rushed forward and smashed them against the sides of his face.

The wolf grunted as the cars crashed, nothing more than scrap metal now as he stumbled back, disoriented as she had sent a shockwave through his head.

"You'll pay for that." He said, trying to move to swipe at her with his claws, but received a punch to the front of his face, sending him stumbling back again.

"Oh? Will I?" She cracked her knuckles. "I haven't even gotten started."

Garm wiped the blood from his nose, grabbing at a nearby building and lifting the entire twenty floor structure over his head to smash it like a club against the dragoness.

Ilkarin stood there, unmoving and with a set, stone-cold gaze reflecting in her eyes. The building came down on top of her head, but before it could, she grabbed at the structure and lifted it back, pushing the wolf's strength back against him, with one hand.

"Is that all you got? Pity..."

She pulled the building from the wolf's hands and smashed it over his head, chunks and pieces flying everywhere as she rolled her neck from side to side.

Garm panted, wondering where she was getting this strength from. She was slender of build and figure, smaller than him in every possible way, and yet her strength was more than his. Impossible!

"I-am...the strongest. I am the leader of twelve cities..."

"You will be the leader of nothing if you dare to provoke my full anger."

He quirked an eyebrow at this. She had not been using her full strength? What was she?

Ilkarin charged at him. The wolf scratched his claws against her arm as she made a sweeping motion for the wolf's leg. Leaving herself open, she felt his fist connect with her face, she didn't move or seem stunned in any fashion from the blow but Garm became more aggressive, punching her stomach and then while she gasped for air, sank his fangs into her neck.

She felt blood and stumbled back a little, only having minor injuries and glaring at the wolf.

"Come now, you didn't think I was giving it all I had either, did you?"

She shook her head, growling again. Ilkarin caught him lifting up another building and throwing it in her direction, she dodged aside but gasped as she turned and saw an occupied building become its prime target. Had he intended to do that from the beginning of the throw?

She made a rush to save the building but the speed and distance she could not cross as she felt and saw both structures collapse and fall. How many innocent lives were being destroyed by this wolf? Again she gripped her fingers into a fist, visibly shaking as she rose up and glared at him.

"Have you no respect for life? If that is the case, then I will not hold myself back anymore." Ilkarin spread her feet out slightly and gave a deafening roar that seemed to roll from the center of the earth throughout her entire body and echo in a massive boom of sound, cracking the ground around her and even causing Garm to hold his ears the sound was so piercing.

Her narrowed eyes cracked with focused rage. Muscles tensed and bunched, almost seeming to bulge and swell in size slightly, but he was unsure if such was true.

"You will PAY!" Screaming at the black wolf, the dragon girl's body flared to life with blue runes surrounding her figure, an aura of energy surrounding her as she vaulted forward, swinging her arm back and sending her fist flying into the wolf's cheek as he was sent careening backward through several blocks of the town, knocking himself through a few buildings in the process.

Ilkarin panted, but felt her body pulsing with energy. Without even hesitating she sprinted toward him, her body seeming to separate and create multiple forms of herself; however each one was a different species.

Garm blinked at this strange power, preparing to try and defend himself against the variety of approaching "Ilkarin's". He began to kick and punch a few of the duplicates away, but there was around ten of them in total and he just could not send all of them away.

Growling, he continued to spin back and forth from all directions and attacked them, however, the clones of Ilkarin began to dash and surround the wolf at a rapid pace. In any second, he was seeing Ilkarin as the dragon, as a tiger, rabbit, red wolf, fox, horse, bear, mouse, otter, and bull. The forms began to pummel and attack the black wolf, feeling a variety of punches and kicks hitting him as every form blurred around him, as if they were not only running around Garm, but also moving rapidly and seeming to blur they were moving so fast.

Eventually the black wolf slapped away the other Ilkarin's and each began to dissipate into smoke. The original Ilkarin blazed blue with her runes as she felt Garm's large hand wrap around her neck. "Enough tricks." Ilkarin growled and squirmed in his grasp, the wolf smiling and licking some of her blood from his lips.

"Is this truly all you have? Are you like so many and have more hot air than a balloon?"

Ilkarin growled and grunted out a word, but Garm had to lean in to hear it.

"What did you say?"

"Hard-ly."

A dark shadowy figure slowly loomed over the entire town. Garm gazed up at the shadow figure of a dragon, each finger or toe the size of a building. It put a hand against the ground, as if digging into the ground, but its arm went through rock and road.

Garm tried to track where the hand would appear, but he lost sight of it.

Concentrating, Ilkarin clenched her fingers into a fist again, causing the ground to burst apart, a large clawed hand grasping around Garm's form, making him appear as a doll by comparison.

The strength of the grip made him lose his own on Ilkarin. The dragon lady landed on the ground on all fours, the shadow dragon imitating her movements.

"You want to see my power?" Her eyes flashed and she began to lose her pupils as her entire body pulsed with energy from the runes. "But which shall control it? The calm mind: or pain, anguish, and rage?" The dragon dropped the wolf back onto the ground.

"Light and darkness; so easy to say it exists in simple black and white. One is pure, holy, another is cursed, and destructive...is it not the will of the user that determines the effect? So then, I could use "dark" magic for good, but never torment or curse..."

The black wolf peered up at the shadowy dragon looming over the city, snorting.

"Do not lecture me. Besides, what purpose did that serve?" Wiping his own blood from his lip, he began to pace toward Ilkarin again.

She let the shadow fade away and thrust her arms into the air. Twin wings of a vibrant energy burst from her back, Ilkarin's skin almost appeared to be crackling with energy pouring forth. The wings solidified into feathers as she held her fists up, as if ready to defend or attack.

Whichever came first.

Garm swung his fists and feet at the dragon, Ilkarin easily deflecting the blows, as if she saw them before they happened. That or she was just moving incredibly fast.

Every blow did not seem to faze Ilkarin in the slightest, but only caused to sizzle and burn the wolf's fur as heat began to emerge from the dragon's runes.

Usually the runes had no heat to them, but the levels of energy she used were more than what she normally released.

Her eyes flashed again, anger blazing as she caught the wolf's fist through his next punch and squeezed. The pressure began to compress his digits and bones, a bit of popping occurring.

"I could so easily crush your hand."

"Then why don't you?" He taunted.

Her muscles bunched again, almost swelling in size, but she kept herself from losing too much speed for power.

She then exhaled deeply and let go of his hand.

"Get out of here. Go. I won't fight you anymore." Her figure turned back into a more slender, trim frame. "Is that it? After all that, you just give up? You're pathetic."

She stopped, feeling the sting of his words, exhaling again as she shook her head.

"I am not. And what would your attempts to raise my ire do?"

"The full power you continue to talk about. I want to see it."

"Heh. How often I make the promise, and yet I continue holding back?" Her runes began to fade.

"Come face me then, coward. You aren't as good as you think you are. As I said, full of hot air."

She turned to face him, her eyes blazing as her runes flared up again as she growled low, dangerously.

"Ooh. Touched a nerve have I?"

In an instant, the dragon's fists slammed into the ground, creating a shockwave, the asphalt and roadways cracking apart as a small quake rolled about outward from the dragon, the wolf stumbling back and falling over from the minor earthquake.

Her eyes shone brilliantly as she gave him a very stone-cold stern stare, as if she was slowly pouring her strength back out.

"Now that's more like it doll." The wolf grinned and got back to his feet. Ilkarin was upon him however, a viscous pounce knocking them back through another city block and rolling about. Ilkarin rose up and straddled his legs, pinning the wolf in place.

Garm could not believe how strong she really was. Beneath the lean, slender body was a battle-hardened warrior; his mind began to search for escape plans as Ilkarin continued to pound her fists against his face, drawing blood and fur as she simply glowed with otherworldly energy.

"I am no coward." Punch. "I am not weak." Punch. "I will bow to no tyrants." Her next punch slammed into his solar plexus and made Garm cough heavily, even hacking up some blood in the process of a rib or two cracking from the impact.

"Do you yield?" She panted, offering the giant a chance to stop further brutality against him. Garm used the opening to push Ilkarin back gently, as if yielding to her, but he then brought his legs up and slammed them into Ilkarin's stomach.

She fell backwards, rips and tears forming along the suit which slowly began to knit them back together. She groaned; panting as beads of sweat bristled throughout her body. That was the only issue of her powers: the amount of energy they consumed.

Using this opening as an advantage, Garm slammed his head against hers. Ilkarin's vision blurred for a moment as she kept panting, the runes starting to fade.

Garm grabbed at her when an explosion rocked the two giants. Growling, he turned to see who was interfering as Ilkarin slowly staggered to her feet.

"This is the military. Cease your destructive acts upon the city or be targeted."

The wolf smirked. "Fine with me." He leapt toward the soldiers as they fired off barrages of gas grenades and bullets. The smoke began to block his view as the bullets ripped into and through his skin.

"Insolent bugs!" He slammed his foot down, crushing a tank and some helpless victims caught underfoot. Picking up the tank, he hurled it toward another group of little ones, sending them scattering.

"Raise the shields." One yelled, the smoke cleared and a bubble of force surrounded Garm and Ilkarin, created by a circle of tiny robots implanted into the ground.

"You think your shield will keep me?"

One of the lower in command looked to the leader. "Sir, one of the giant's is not fighting her containment."

"What do you mean?"

"Well sir, she appears to be...meditating."

"Fine. Focus attention on the aggressor. Attack the other if she becomes hostile."

Garm pounded against the shield as waves of electricity suddenly shot out like an arcing net, zapping the wolf. His fur stood on end as he fell to one knee and glared at the soldiers. Ilkarin meanwhile had sat down with her hands touching, and breathing slow but regulated.

"Sir, it's been suggested we combine the bubbles and let the giant's fight it out."

"Good idea. It would contain the destruction and one giant would eventually give up."

Ilkarin's ear flicked, as if listening in as she felt the energy surrounding her and Garm coalesce into one large sphere. The injured wolf turned, grinning to see Ilkarin was all his, and had nowhere to go. One of them had to lose the fight between them.

Garm steadily approached Ilkarin, the dragoness still meditating as she waited for Garm to throw the first attack, the wolf stopped before her and smiled.

"Such a beautiful girl, why do you fight me? You could join me, you know."

"Hardly. I would not use violence and threats to get what I want."

"True enough, but do you work for this city, their military?" He pointed behind him to the soldiers keeping watch on the sphere.

"No. I only have myself, and do I know who these military men are."

"Then why fight?" He rubbed an ache in his arm.

"Because of what you do."

"Ha! What I do is free these people from chaos, unifying them underneath me. They lack a direction, wandering aimlessly, without purpose, I am creating peace."

"And yet you have killed those innocent among those that stand in your way."

"Sacrifices need to be made to obtain a great goal."

"Not all sacrifices need to be death..."

"You abhor my kind don't you? The ones who desire to rule, to even kill to get what they want. To have greatness because they know they are great."

"People need leadership, but not those who rule without remorse. The idea of how someone should rule by my eyes is complicated." She heard the soft crackle of energy on the sphere's walls.

"I have time. We both do, trapped in this electric ball."

She opened her eyes and then rose to her feet. "Oh, so now you want to talk instead of beating the stuffing out of me?"

"Or perhaps I am just merely waiting for the right opening." He rose to his own feet.

"Despite what you have said, I cannot allow you to harm others for your pleasure, or even your goals." "Tch. So be it. Then let us finish what we started."

Through the meditation, Ilkarin had been gathering her strength and energy, knowing she had to subdue the wolf, but when she lost herself in the thrill of battle, and the power...sometimes she could not stop herself in time.

With a deep push from within, Ilkarin roared and unleashed what she could of her energy, body almost radiating with her runes.

Suddenly she groaned and fell to one knee, her body was injured, and already such energy was taxing on her, but she must have overexerted too much. She could barely hold the power in check. If she didn't, then she would let it take over, lose herself to a more primal instinct.

Garm grabbed Ilkarin's hair and thrust his knee into her face, sending her rolling back near the crackling wall of energy. Ilkarin felt warm blood running down her nose and lip.

"You're almost done. You can't even keep that power of yours up."

She rolled back into a crouched position and silently cursed at herself for what she was about to do, but it was made out of desperation. The only other option to her was to let Garm succeed. Who knows what he would do to her then.

"Forgive me..." She said low, under her breath as she let her mind go, and let the built up power finally burst forth. She felt her mind pushed back, caged into the recesses of her head as she unlocked the barriers holding the strange power she had in check.

Ilkarin no longer was in control. Her eyes had gone unfocused and once more her pupils were lost. She began to crouch down on all fours much like a great beast of prey, her tail wagging back and forth. "What the-?" Garm tilted his head at this unusual twist of attitude.

Ilkarin's form seemed to grow a bit more in size, her own muscles also gaining bulk as she sped forward, Garm suddenly unable to move as he felt a hundred blows assailing him from multiple sides, Ilkarin blurring about and the wolf feeling the impacts ripping through his body, splatters of blood tearing into him as the blows continued until the dragon finally rolled backward into a ball and once again returned to being down on all fours.

The black wolf coughed, staggering now as he watched the dragon. "W-what are you? You must be some kind of monster!" His vision began to blur and fade out of focus, amazed at how she could quickly turn the tide once again.

The "dragon" growled and was waiting. Any fatigue or damage she had was long gone, even if rips and weeping wounds still remained on her body, as if she had no sense of the damage or feeling it even occurred.

"Monster?" She said, tilting her head to the side. Her voice was deeper, and almost garbled, as if a different entity had possessed Ilkarin. She started to approach the wolf again, a vicious grin spreading on her lips.

Garm began to step backward now, fear gripping him as the dragon seemed to not even care, and the only thought on her mind was destruction, removing the obstacle in front of her. "W-what the hell are you?"

She remained silent to his words as she leaned up and licked her tongue along his face. A sense of twisted pleasure on her visage as she whispered to him in that strange garbled voice that sent chills up his spine.

"Now it ends."

Garm wondered what she meant by that, until he felt her hands grab his head and begin to press down on it, as if trying to crush his skull.

"Stop! I yield!" The wolf whimpered as the pressure continued to grow.

"Too late." She said back, letting him go and shoved her hands against his chest, sending him back with a strange pulse of energy, flying right into the electrified wall.

Bits of energy and earth began to slowly rise up and crackle around Ilkarin's form as if she was somehow generating energy on her own.

The soldiers all turned their attention to the sphere when the giant slammed against the edge, becoming electrified again as two large clawed hands grabbed at the sphere's wall, being shocked heavily from the electricity and slowly tearing the wall apart. Her scales had been charred and burnt from the voltage. Smoke sizzled from her form as she stepped a few steps out of the sphere, somehow having torn the walls apart and began to step toward the soldiers.

As they aimed to attack her, she stumbled and suddenly fell forward, collapsing against the ground. The commander peered past the dragon and saw the black wolf, beaten into unconsciousness with a variety of wounds and bruises on his body.

"Sir, what are we to do with the giants?"

"Imprison the black wolf and question him about his motives and what he came here to do. The other..."