Failing-To-Win

"Finger on the trigger, eyes on the prize."

"Dr Teo, you're murmuring to yourself again.", went Professor Zafir. The sky was dyed a deep purple, with the glowing sun retreating to the horizon. We would walk for miles, to the sacred site of the Seal. According to our info, the huge hairies were seeking something from within the Seal. We also surmised whatever was inside is deadly, presumably a sentient being, as seen on one of their carvings: "To die in combat whilst engaged with the Seal inhabitant, is the greatest achievable glory under the Red Moon." The red moon must refer to the Lunar Eclipse, and... whatever was waiting in the Seal can't be good for us neither. There were about 10 of us altogether, 8 huge hairies and 2 tiny Homo Sapiens Sapiens, prepared for a fight to the death...

The air was cold, and the sky now a dark blue. The pale moonlight illuminated the enormous stone wall that stood before us, lodged into the side of a grassy knoll. The biggest of the pack stepped forward, its incredible physique gleamed, muscles rippling as it breathed. Professor Zafir said in awe," I wouldn't piss mohawk off... even if I was the damn stone wall." Too right, Professor.

There were funky patterns all over the wall, save for a spot, where there was a circular space. The leader wasted no time, placing his palm into the circle. All of a sudden, the patterns lit up, as if they were branded by a red-hot poker. I couldn't help but notice how for every circle there were around 20 weird symbols on the wall... and there were 10 circles. Professor Zafir's facial expression suggested he was about to shit bricks... I must've been on the brink of shitting a whole house. We actually forgot about the camera...

A huge crack ran down the entire vertical length of the stone wall, and opened the wall like an elevator entrance at an impossible speed. It was like, there was no inertia, friction, whatsoever. It was unlike anyt--- "BOOM!!!" The leader of the pack hit the ground with its fist with such force it shook Professor Zafir and I off-balance. As it grunted, its veins showed in its arms and back. It was poised to fight, and so were the others.

Through the dust we could make out a humanoid shape walking out, with the calmness and grace quite unlike anything we've ever seen in the labs. When the dust settled, Professor Zafir gaped in utter disbelief," Oh my word..." The shape was a 12 foot tall wolf, standing on 2 hind legs. Packed on its body were a recognisably-human musculature, and it was posed to kill. It's blood red eyes paralleled its malice. The leader gave the order, and both sides of the melee obeyed the blood thirst and charged.