5 The Battle

The boy awoke and had an estranged look on his face. He gripped his head and started to scream as his body took a new form.
"What is happening to him Erikson?" Calder shouted to the warewolf smirking on top of the roof.
"Can't you tell? He is becoming my own son, a warewolf," Erikson chuckled. "He is becoming my devout minion, who will obey my every command as is with all younglings and their masters." The Boy grew larger and harrier by the minute and soon he looked like a shorter version of Erikson himself. Young one will you show our friend your new power?" he said glancing at the young werewolf. It growled and lept toward Calder, fangs and claws barred. Calder blocked him with his broader sword, catching him on the blunt side of the sword and flinging him back so that he would not kill him.
"What's wrong too scared to fight me yourself?" Calder Shouted mockingly.
"What was that?! You overconfident little half-breed," Erikson snarled angrily. "Youngling take a break he is mine to finish!" He charged off the inn and was striking at Calder with his claw at ferocious speed narrowly missing, hitting Calder's sword instead, but knocking him back with his sheer force of the blow.
"I see that you are finely getting serious Erikson. This will be an interesting fight," Calder said sheathing his sword and calling out to Cassandra, "get me the sword Cassandra!" Cassandra returned into the dark room and the sword appeared from a vortex that Cassandra had summoned. She lept out of the room tossing the sword down to Calder, book in hand, and started reading an spellthat bound the young warewolf in bright, glowing chains. She pulled out a silver dagger from the side of her belt and read another spell that made it glow like the chains.
"I'm sorry," she said before thrusting the dagger into his arm making him yelp and howl worse than when he did when he first transformed. His sounds lessened as he reverted back into a young boy and finally died out as he fell asleep.
"My minion! Why have you done this?" Erikson cried turning to Cassandra who was laying the boy on ground.
"Hey your fight is with me Erikson so let's try not to get distracted or else i may kill you on the spot," Calder said unsheathing the sword. It had what looked like a zig-zag line all along the blunt side which seperated a light and dark side to the sword.
"Ooh that's a pretty sword, Calder, I guess I'll have to take it back to my master when your dead as a gift." Erikson charged again, but this time Calder was ready for him and dodged to the side and swung for Erikson's head who jumped back. Erikson landed twenty feet back and snarled at Calder who ran toward him sword ready to strike, Erikson ready to counter him raised his claws to crush his atempt, but before Calder got within swinging distance he lept over Erikson's head catching him off guard and slashed at his back making the large werewolf to yelp loudly. As Erikson stumbled foward trying to relive the pain on his back Calder sprinted forward to strike him again, but was blown sideways when the werewolf backhanded him tossing him into a fire pit that had been out for hours and was filled with only soot and ash. Erikson stumbled over to where Calder laid and grabbed him as he was getting up holding him by the front of his vest, and knocked his sword to the ground. "You are going to pay for injuring me, boy," Erikson growled rearing his claw to strike. Before Erikson could strike Calder swung his knee into Erikson's jaw making him bite his tounge and howl again in pain. Calder, rolling backward, picked up his sword and slashed at Erikson's sholder's and knees crippling him and finally thrusting his sword through the werewolf's chest who gasped and fell over. Calder stood up away from the beast and collapsed from the fight, victorious but injured.
Cassandra ran to him to see the extent of the damage done to Calder, a torn up shoulder and a few broken ribs. She cast her healing spell over him, helped him up and walked over to his sword and pulled it out of the monster and walked back to the inn. People started to appear at windows and doorways as they watched the victor walk away from the body. The next morning the werewolf was gone, injured and still bleeding. The towns people celebrated again as they did the night of Calder and Cassandra's arrival as they held a feast for the two heroes, the boy personally coming up to thank them for what they had done.