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[b]Time: Evening - Present Day
Location: Smithy's Grocery Store - Meat Aisle, Las Vegas[/b]
 
Werewolves were such difficult and confusing creatures. It was like a man-sized dog, with strength beyond several men, and a streak of rabidness. At least, that's how Mandate understood them. They struck her as the old wolves that preyed upon the lambs, where the lambs were men. But neither she nor the Ambassador were lambs, as the seemingly rabid wolf in front of her would have to learn.
 
The golem hunched above the box for which she was currently the sentinel, her stance low and her arms spread wide. Memories tickled at her brain, of wrestlers and bare-knuckled fighters who brought their opponents to the ground. They were just distant figments without any real skill, but it was a nice idea that appealed to her need to drag people down and tear them apart in physical combat. Hunched and bathed in the strange light of the grocery store and her own crimson eye, her figure barely shifted as she focused upon the boy werewolf.
 
[i]Here he comes.[/i] If Mandate was honest, the speed of his dash was startling and intriguing, and her hands stretched wider as she prepared to intercept the wolf. Others seemed to be earnestly trying to intercept him as well, which was understandable. Who would let their dog break its teeth trying to gnaw on a rock? It was at least enough time for the Ambassador to retrieve her box, allowing Mandate to plant both feet firmly into the floor.
 
Only, it wasn't the boy werewolf that reached Mandate first. [i]Well, don't look a gift horse in the mouth![/i] The golem's arms snapped forward without delay when the other wolf lunged towards her, seemingly in an attempt to get at her or past her. [color=LightPink]"Come here, you!"[/color] she shouted cheerfully, for lack of memory of the wolf's name. Her arms locked around the wolf like a steel trap, a tight and implacable squeeze that pinned her against the mercurial surface of the construct.
 
Holding someone without killing them in a fight was difficult. The way she squirmed and fought the embrace made it so hard to be gentle, but Mandate was certain she managed an admirable job; her arms were tight around the midsection of the wolf, the tips of her fingers curled into firm grips in the hair of the wolf. Maybe it would have been more effective to lock her hands together, but...
 
[color=LightPink]"Wow, your fur is really nice! Do you just become clean every time you turn into this?"[/color] she asked excitedly, straightening up until she stood at her full height, with the wolf still trapped against her as her fingers scratched inquisitively. Her head tilted downwards, her V of a smile bright and focused upon the wolf.
 
She just couldn't help it. Magical creatures were so interesting. Besides, she could always just slam the girl into the floor if she misbehaved too badly. Pacification was hard, especially with targets so frail, but she was sure she could manage it.