The wolf stared down his fourteen enemies for a single moment.
He couldn't linger too long, for above him, arrows rained down relentlessly, aimed at his back.
He managed to dodge many of them, but every now and then, an arrow would pierce his flesh, drawing a muffled howl of pain.
They weren't serious wounds, but they were distracting.
While the twelve spear-wielding guards surrounded the beast, Ethan and Doran took up opposing positions, swords in hand, their bodies glowing a vibrant red as all their attributes surged.
The beast growled and lunged toward Ethan, who was closer, the ground trembling beneath the footsteps of its massive, heavy body.
Its jaws snapped open, its fangs aimed straight for his neck.
Ethan reacted in an instant, lunging forward and parrying the creature's teeth with his blade.
His feet sank into the damp ground, a strained grunt escaping his lips as he held the beast's weight.
