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"There's no point to this," Litural stated bluntly as Santana finished tying the laces of his skates.

"Maybe the point is to just have fun?" Santana offered, standing up to look down at the boy with a hopeful smile.

The boy didn't seem impressed. He looked down at the clunky skates, third eye narrowed distastefully. Fun? Fun was chasing their neighbor Tracy back up the steps to her apartment. How was this going to be fun?

"Come on, take a walk around. Get your balance before we head out on the ice."

You couldn't blame Santana for trying. He wanted to get Lit out, yes...and since the boy's growth spurt, it seemed the man was having an easier time keeping the boy under control.

Litural wrinkled his nose...and stood, arms and wings spreading out to catch his balance. He glanced up at his guardian with a glare. Oh yeah...this was going to be a lot of fun.

Santana stepped out onto the rink first, pulling up the zipper on his jacket as he slid effortlessly across the ice. He turned himself around with ease, watching as Litural stood at the door and glared.

"It's gonna be cold out here, Lit, you might wanna zip up the hoodie," Santana encouraged as he skated back, stopping short in front of the door. "Come on, take my hand and we'll get you out on the ice," and the mentioned palm was offered out the the boy.

It was slow going, and he nearly fell twice (which lead to some unhappy growls and mutterings about stupid skating from Litural), but eventually the boy was in the rink. Though his legs were wobbly, his wings helped him balance and he managed to slide himself a few feet; one hand held the wall, the other held onto his guardian with a death grip.

"There you go, buddy. Just take it easy, one foot at a time. You're lucky, you've got wings to keep you steady, haha. Me? I fell on my a** all the time trying to learn how to skate." The words were encouraging, warm. Litural glanced up at the man, skeptical, before looking ahead of him.

"There's someone in the way," he stated, not daring to let go of the side in order to point.

Santana looked up as well, and shrugged. "That's ok. We can just go around. I've got you, I'm not gonna let you fall."

Litural's main eyes narrowed as he was growled at, though that odd eye out in the middle of his forehead seemed to squint in a happy way after the girl took a tumble. Like it had enjoyed the fact that she fell down.

"Did not," he growled back, pausing in his movements. His steady hand dug deep into the wall, and he could feel his nails scratching at the surface of the paint. His wings were fluffed, annoyance apparent to anyone who might be watching the two.

Like Santana. His white furred ears laid back into his head as he skated up beside Lit, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Easy, Lit...we probably startled her," he explained, trying to keep the peace. He really didn't want another fight to break out. "Are you ok?" The albino man asked the young lady, not yet daring to skate over to her. "Would you like some help getting back up?"

Lit's lips curled with a snarl, the four of his wings flairing out behind him in what he thought was a much more impressive display than the girl's. He also crouched, knees bent slightly with one arm poised in a cupped hand, ready to lash out with claws...while the other held fast to the side. This ice thing, it could be his undoing. But after watching how "graceful" the girl was on her own feet, he felt confident it hindered her just as much - if not more - than it hindered him.

"Make me!" he challenged, eyes glaring to match the threatening manner of his entire form. He wouldn't back down...not after being barked at by a girl!

Santana watched the other girl and suddenly felt desperate. She wasn't looking at him, but through him to Litural. And that...that was dangerous. He'd seen that look on the boy before, and perhaps saw the connection between them just as she was feeling the same thing.

"Lit, back down," Santana said with command in his voice. His hand clenched tightly on the child's shoulder, pushing him back slightly.

Litural growled low in his chest as he was moved, his third eye not daring to shift from the girl while the normal set glanced up at his guardian. He didn't want to back down...he wanted to fight!

It happened faster than Santana could think.

With a roar that shook the glass of the rink, Litural launched forward as well. They hit each other like sacks of bricks, or maybe potatoes, and went to the ice floor. Lit was snarling, his teeth clicking together sharply against anything he could reach while his clawed hands lashed out in sporadic attacks.

Santana took the brief moment to look around for help. The other child's guardian, perhaps? But upon spotting the other and seeing the frustrated stare, he assumed there would be no help from this one right now.

"Enough! Get off of each other, both of you!" he barked, much like a drill sergeant.

He wasn't afraid of being hurt himself; Santana had tussled with Litural before and had broken up enough fights in his days as a bouncer to not care. He'd try to reach into the fray, making grabs for shirt collars or arms. Anything - anything - to try and pull them apart before they drew blood, or worse...killed each other.

Santana was taken aback by the girl's behavior and the lack of control that the guardian had on her. But he recovered quickly...after all, that was his kid that was being attacked.

"You need to get better hold on your charge!" Santana snapped at the other adult, eyes flashing.

So much Wrath in the area...it was infectious. And Litural had a talent for making others see red. Just like he was now. He was lost, and it showed; his actions almost feral in nature, no real pattern to them other then to hurt. And this lack of direction was what would be his undoing...he had no focus in where he was aiming. She was indeed pummeling him.

A crowd was gathering. Guards were skating over. If someone didn't do something soon, many more than just these four would be way too involved for their own good.

Santana reacted the only other way he knew how. There was a shift in his appearance, becoming more feral and animal like...but it was a fluid motion, as easy as water flowing down a riverbed. Quickly, he was no longer more human than animal...a tower of white fur and pink skin, a snout that snarled just as angrily as the fighting children.

How he hated this form.

His target wasn't the girl. He just wanted to get Lit out of this mess. He grabbed the boy by his shoulder and yanked with the might bestowed upon him by his species. Werewolf if you want...he'd never associate himself with those beasts.

"You're damn right, it's over," Santana said wearily, more to himself than as an answer to the child. Just as easily as he transformed, he was back to his old self. Ears and tail, nothing else to hint as to what he was on a bad day. Like today.

Litural stood, his face already starting to swell on the one side and two of his three eyes would be black come the morning. He could taste blood in his mouth, and when he suddenly spat there was blood on the ice. Amazingly, it was the only blood to be drawn. And he hated it. She'd won. A girl...a girl! She'd beaten him and suddenly he hated her more now than he ever had hated someone before...but was so tired, he could barely stand, let alone be angry.

"You," Santana said sternly, glancing down at Lit...and upon seeing him, softened. Sighed. "Come on, Lit...let's get you cleaned up. He's fine." The last bit was directed quite suddenly at the guard who was coming up to them.

Litural didn't protest as he was guided away. His pride was bruised, and that hurt more than his whole body.

Santana paused a moment, glancing at the other parent and the girl. He looked as worn as Litural, his eyes tired and a definite weariness all about him.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you. I'm sorry about all of this. I swear, we didn't mean any harm...and I hope she's ok." His words were honest and sincere.