They used to say a Werewolf was a creature of unmatched rage and power.
But in the far edges of the Supernatural World, close to an abandoned lair, a Werewolf had finally met its match.
The collision of claw and punch sent forth an explosion that completely crumbled the entire mountain range for a distance of a hundred meters.
Entire cliffs shattered apart like brittle glass, while slabs of stone the size of houses were hurled skyward before crashing back down in fiery ruin.
Jack's eyes widened in disbelief as he was sent flying into the abyss that had been carved open on the ground,
'He...He resisted my full power slash!?'
His eyes burned with even greater rage.
Veins bulged beneath his exposed skin, and the crimson energy around his claws thickened until it distorted the air around him.
BOOOOOOOM!
BOOOOOOOM!
Two explosions tore through the cloud of smoke as White flew into the abyss, slamming both fists downward.
