"Die!"
It roared and attacked me again with the massive claw.
This time, I didn't move my sword or even rest the momentum or change direction. Which seemed to surprise it. If I had been in its place, I would have been surprised too.
Though despite sensing something was wrong, it didn't stop the attack. Instead, poured more power into it.
I looked at those massive claws, and my lips curved as I finally pulled my strings.
Immediately, its eyes widened, while I levered the strings to slow myself down, before stopping myself.
"What did you do to me?" asked the Werewolf with panic in its eyes. "Nothing," I replied innocently, before shooting toward it.
Range blazed in its eyes, but controlled the emotions and instead blasted a powerful aura from his body, which was only slightly stronger than before.
It was using nearly all its power against me.
