"AWOOOOOO!" The Were-Hound howled in pain and rage while stumbling backward but it was a creature born for combat… it didn't freeze or panic.
Instead, it immediately tried to retaliate with its remaining left arm, lashing out in a wide horizontal slash aimed at Klaus's torso.
In another flash of steel moving faster than most people could track, that arm also flew off, severed cleanly at the shoulder this time. It tumbled away end over end to land in a corner of the chamber.
Now completely armless and bleeding heavily from two major wounds, the Were-Hound stumbled forward on unsteady legs, trying desperately to use its fangs as a last resort.
Klaus didn't give it any opportunity to recover or adapt.
He slashed horizontally through both of its legs at the knees, severing them cleanly in one smooth motion. The creature collapsed onto the cold stone ground immediately, falling onto its back with a heavy thud, now completely unable to fight or even move effectively.
