"Act now!"
A vague voice emerged from the werewolf's mouth. Usually, he and the woman suppressed their enemies, while the mysterious third person would seize the right moment to take the enemy's life.
Now, Bologue focused all his energy on dealing with himself. The werewolf felt he had forced Bologue to reveal all his tactics, frozen by the chill and unable to move. It was time to act.
The Silver Hand stirred up a storm of blades, the werewolf swiped his claws breaking most of the steel, but was equally scarred by countless blades. Time passed second by second, yet the anticipated attack never came.
The werewolf leaped back, looking towards the third person who stood dazed, eyes vacant, a thin bloodline extended on his neck, followed by his head hitting the ground.
