Made by  Alterflane

The werefox stared at the swords and Wild Coyote wielding them before he turned back at his own sword, his right hand holding its grip. A cold breeze blew by, wiggling his hat and shaking his poncho. A pair of birds sat nearby, sitting on a cactus and chirping away, and a coyote howl echoed through the desert. The werefox nodded at Wild Coyote before he tossed his sword to the ground a few feet away.

Wild Coyote blinked at that for a few seconds before he realized the werefox’s hard gaze, and he nodded as well, knowing what to do. He tossed his own swords to the ground, each making a massive thud, and he pressed his hands against his hips. His own gaze steeled itself as he stared back, with the werefox’s right arm hung loose.

Together, they stood for what seemed like an eternity, never averting their gaze away from the other. They heard a lady’s voice, cutting into the circle, but it faded the deeper it went. There was some idle chatting from the others standing around, with one looking over a gun, but the sounds faded so that not even the werefox could hear them. Wild Coyote twitched his fingers for a second and the wind stopped blowing, but no heat came from the sunlight. Yet the coldness of the area faded. Soon, even the sounds of birds’ chirping and coyotes’ howling stopped, as if the world as put on hold.[/color]

Wild Coyote tilted his head to the side, looking over the werefox from head to toe, and his fingers twitched again. But the werefox stood still, almost like a statue, while staring back with his hand-paw steady. Then, in a quick instant, Wild Coyote lunged over to his swords and grabbed them, lifting them up and charging forward. But during that first half-second, the werefox bent down and, grabbing onto his katana, he charged forward.