The snout of a grey beast took a whiff of the wind around themselves, the creatures head jutting from side to side, as the werewolf of day stomped throughout the forest. A pair of gauntlets wrapped around his hands, extending no farther than his wrists, like two large iron fists. Fenrisolace’s paws were barely unclenched, looking tight but with a small gap between his metal palm and fingers.

The sunwolf continued to sniff the air as he moved farther and farther from Kaze, with who he had previously entered Foraoise Forest to go hunting, as well as venture to the sunwolf encampment. His iron fist grabbed the side of one of the towering trees, that reached high into the heavens, with nature and shrubbery around the beastman of gorgeous colour, a stunning green painting the leaves and bushes.

He stepped into an immense clearing, with scorch marks and dried blood staining the pale blades of grass, the place in which the guild’s first battle against a God took place, the Goddess of Nature; Crann. Fenris stopped sniffing, spotting a young man on his knees, weeping.

His skin was pale, almost white, patches of it darker, the appearance of redwood bark. Tears streamed down the man’s cheeks, from his lime-green eyes, colour similar to the faint verdant of the grass. His hair was a darker green, like the leaves atop the eclipsing trees, reaching down to his shoulders. Fenris approached, stepping towards the young man with an emotionless expression, his arms by his side as he drew closer and closer to the teenager.

As the beastman closed in on the young man, he was able to recognise the boys left arm and right foot were completely wooden, a patch of wood riding up his left pec to his cheek. The right side of his head was completely shaven, with his long hair riding down the left side of his head, stroking his oak-like cheek. A pair of woollen trousers were the only item of clothing he wore, Fenris almost mistaking the boy for a satyr due to the fuzziness of his leggings.

“Oi.” The beastman snarled at the boy, standing inches from him without the young man even realising he had entered his bubble. The boy looked up to the sunwolf as if he towered higher than the incredible trees surrounding the clearing, a sense of fear wafting over him as the monster stood over him, exuding heat and malice.

“Y-you, you killed my mother!” The boy shouted, standing up and beginning to back away. Within an instant, Fenris’s silver right fist slammed into the half-treant’s stomach, as time seemingly slowed down, and the boy was lifted into the air by the strike alone.

“I thought I smelled that Goddess again, a Demi-God, hm?” Fenris remarked as the son of Crann floated in the air for a moment, Fenris reeling his left arm back, bringing his right arm towards his hip, as he slammed a left hook into the target's face. The blow to the boy lasted less than a second, but felt like minutes, as the steely fist dug into his shallow cheek, the bones of his jaw beginning to crack. The impact launched the through the air like a bullet, towards the edge of the clearing, crashing through multiple trees before he came to a halt. Fenris stepped forward, the air around him fizzling as he slowly walked to where he sent his target, looking to the sun above, before bringing his eyes back towards the wreckage he had ensued.

The young-looking man struggled to his feet, blood leaking from his forehead as he supported himself with a nearby tree. Resting on the log with his left arm, he looked through the space between the thickets, the grey beastman simply walking towards him. Fear painted the boy's face, as the air around Fenris’s body became fuzzy, the very warmth he exuded creating a mirage around him.

The young man’s arm melted into the wood he rested against, his oak arm sinking into the grand tree before he pulled it out like a blade from a sheath. His arm was heftier, brambles exuding towards his shoulder from his fist, as he drew from the tree, a grand wooden gauntlet extending all the way up his arm. He thrust his flesh arm into another tree, withdrawing it, another symmetrical glove of concentrated redwood.

The demigod had been equipped with a pair of grand wooden armaments around his limbs, as he dashed forward through the trees, Fenrisolace reached the edge of the forest. The sunwolf stepped over the shattered trees he had launched the young man through, only for a right jab to be launched upwards against the beastmans face, knocking him a step back as the demigod launched a left hook into Fenris’s right side, causing him to wince as he skidded across the dead grass, away from his divine target. 

The sunwolf reeled his right arm backwards, as the demigod retreated behind himself to gain distance, footsteps echoing as he dashed deeper into the woods. Fenris brought his arm back to his side, making half-fists once more as he dashed into the thickets right after his opponent, a drop of blood leaking down to his chin from his mouth.

Stepping between the trees and back into the forest, moving farther and farther from where he was with Kaze, he saw movement amongst the woods, a sweeping image of timber flying past his eye line. The sunwolf raised his fists next to his head, grip barely incomplete as he steps through the forest, his head sweeping around as he looks for his target.

The boy leapt at him from above, right arm reeled back, with Fenris doing the same, before launching his fist forward with the gauntlet detaching. Like a rocket, the iron fist was engulfed in flames, flying through the air before smashing through the wooden creature, turning it to shards of thatch falling to the ground.

Fenris pulled his arm back, the metal gauntlet flying back to him through the wreckage of the wooden being, the glove caught in the sunwolf's fist with a satisfying click. He looked around himself, dismissing the wooden copy of the demigod, as a second one came out from the darkness, Fenris’s left fist becming engulfed in flames, horizontally hammer-fisting the clone to fragments.

“Don’t bother hiding from me Demigod,” Fenris warned, as his right arm was surrounded in an orange blaze, “Or I’ll burn everything here to the ground.”

“Call me Ligneo.” The young man stood high in the trees, leaning his hand against the trunk as he stood on a branch. “You killed my mother, Crann, and my brother, Finiuna.” he muttered, tears rolling down his wooden and flesh cheeks, as his grand redwood gauntlets covered his arms, “And I will butcher you worse.”

Fenris looked up uninterested, as another pair of thatch clones came out of the woodworks to either side of him, only for the sunwolf to crouch down, avoiding both of their swings as he thrust his inflamed fists into their brittle chests, causing their entire form to collapse. The beastman looked back up to the treeline, the demigod having vanished, reappearing with his wooden fist slamming into the side of the Gods Hunters right cheek, sending him flying to the left into a tree, shattering the surface bark.

The beastman recovered, Ligneo gone as he glanced around himself, fists up, the flames streaming from his arms to his shoulders as his rage increased. A dozen more thatch clones fell from the trees above Fenris, as the sunwolf slowly brought his fists down towards his chin, opening his palms with his fingers curled.

His arms were completely blazing, metal fists shining a faint red, as he launched a strike towards one of the falling clones, shattering it in an instant, the world seemingly slowing down as Fenris went into a mode of focus. Fists rocketed through the air like bullets, gauntlets launching from his fists like missiles, blows launching through the air before shattering the copies.

A shot of pain rocketed through Fenris’s body as Ligneo slammed his oak knuckles deep into the sunwolves spine, a scream attempting but failing to leave the beast's maw. Fenris launched his right elbow backwards, attempting to strike Ligneo despite the severe pain, the Demigod hopping backwards, crossing his arms across his chest in case of a follow-up attack.

Fenris panted gently, turning around as Ligneo took another hop backwards towards the glade, as a beam of sunlight shot through the treeline above, hitting Fenris in the face. The beastman chuckled, sprinting towards the Demigod, who began dashing straight towards the centre of the barren clearing, panting as all he felt behind himself was malice and heat.

The sunwolf pulled to a halt, snickering to himself as he began cackling, about twenty feet behind the demigod. Ligneo turned around, his wooden fists raised, with black scorch marks slashed across them.

“You think this is funny?” The demigod yelled, the branches flowing from his wooden gauntlets extending slightly with his anger.

“You don’t seem the understand who you’re dealing with, Ligneo.” Fenrisolace roared, as a flame began cowling around the entirety of his body, “I am a Sunwolf, child of Doiteain, and of the most powerful race of humans in the world.”

Ligneo took the moment to pant, clenching his fists tight as he brought them both in front of his face, “Sunwolves,” Fenris continued, “are gifted with the ability of strength and fire.” He raised his right hand in the air, neither fist covered by a metal gauntlet as they had been left behind during the battle against the clones, Fenris extending his index finger into the sky.

“The sun. The higher the sun is in the sky, the stronger and hotter a sunwolf is and I don’t know if you’ve realised it yet, Ligneo,” The demigod looked to the sky, as he became afraid, looking back towards the grimacing grin of Fenrisolace.

“It's noon."