But the Wolf was nowhere near powerful enough to be able to sunder him in half with such an attack.
All it could do was dig its teeth deep into his body, then violently pull back, ripping flesh and skin from him and letting his blood soak his frame.
Deep trench lines of torn flesh were carved along Samael's waist. The pain was so intense he felt like he'd been flash-banged, unable to think or see anything properly.
What truly woke him up, though, was a mighty force slamming into his chest, followed by a series of claws tearing across it, more blood and pain consuming him.
His body shook so violently that he let go of his blade and fell onto his backside. But in such a position, his head was nothing but a fresh meal for the Wolf.
It bridged the distance, unhinging its jaw wide, intending this time to end the battle by snatching his neck away from him.
'…'
Samael couldn't react in time, and all he saw was death.
