The golden fiery Werewolf head is huge, more than ten times bigger than me, and it is emitting such power that it would vaporize anyone below the High Grandmaster.
It is now coming at me bearing its full might as the Golden Fire Werewolf watched with a casual but cautious smile that emits confidence. I wish I had such confidence in fighting against it, but I did not; I don't know whether my shields would be able to stand against such an enemy or not.
ROOAR!
It roared deafeningly as it reached halfway and attacked have, revealed its true aura; the Grimm had hidden a lot more power into the attack than I had expected; I hoped my shields would be enough to deal against the attack.
The golden fire head of the Werewolf didn't take even a second to reach my invisible shields before crashing into them.
BOOOM!
