In a cloud of dust generated by the claws of the legs of the wolf that had consumed the stone floor, Bloodfang stopped again to look at his young enemy, further increasing the size of his muscles, which grew along with his speed.
Trying to concentrate and breathing with difficulty due to the strong blow he had suffered, Dag felt the dark matter move within himself and flow inside the wounds.
With the usual fluid noise, it began the regeneration process, which within seconds began to relieve its pain.
"Thyrius..." Dag said in a suffocated voice, rising again from the ground.
"Uh?! You're a true idiot! Why do you keep getting up?! Grrr... I didn't want to do it, but you're forcing me...!" the great wolf exclaimed, who considered Dag's gesture as a real disrespect.
"You don't understand, do you...? *cough*cough*!"
"I said you have to get out of the way!" Bloodfang screamed again.
