The wind blows dust under Ozan's feet as the Large Wolves growled and circle around Ozan waiting for the right moment to attack Ozan looked around and mentally counted the amount of wolves that he was being surrounded by which was eight. Ozan then held calibur as he went to a guarding stance exactly how they did it in the play, as this was his only knowledge of how to fight with a sword.
Ozan:'"DAWA!'
Nearly an instant after readying himself Ozan leaped in a fast manner as he sliced at one of the wolves making a fissure through the air and caused the other wolves to be pushed back as his blade took its head as it dropped to the floor.
Ozan felt a rush of adrenaline but his breathing became ragged but it was a good decision for him to make as all the remaining wolves whimpered in fear as light but very noticeable slash marks where made making Ozan smirk,
Although Ozan hoped they will run away if he went to an back stance and giving an intimidating glare towards them as he save up the last of his stamina for Dawa but he was surprised by there next reaction they weren't scared as they quickly flipped back to snarling predators instead of whimpering dogs causing Ozan to gulp. That quick switch to predators and instead of whimpering dogs caused Ozan to think of something before he thought these enlarged wolves were something similar to Direwolves maybe an unknown cousin that the Village never knew about but his doubts soon got destroyed as the creature with the quickest mood switch making them fearsome hunters thanks to their mood adapting to the best possible way for survival,"You beast are fenrirs!?" Ozan yelled he couldn't believe it as the last thing he remembered,
Ozan:"So…"
As Ozan said that the younglings roared and faster than a blink of an eye went to attack as this happened an sorcerer looking fellow with an holy glow surrounding him as well purple hair that reaches to his shoulders and purple eyes.