Lexine had her eyes glued to the field. After the werewolf pounced, she subconsciously moved forward, to get a clearer look. She expected Meddy to do something cool like a barrel roll and start shooting arrows. She was in shock when he started running in the opposite direction.
"What the fuck is he doing!"
Lexine could not contain her shout and almost stood. The others winced at the curse word. "Why is he running?"
Cardial scoffed at the midget of a girl. "Facing Drea head-on will undoubtedly lead to a loss. After all, he has brute strength. And although Meddy is fast, Drea is a werewolf, so naturally, his reflexes are faster. In such a case, Meddy needs to use his brain and wits else he will be pummelled without a doubt."
Artin nodded agreeing with Cardial. "Not to forget he chose a bow and arrow for this match. He needs to be in a long-distance, else, he will lose." Lexine deduced that the name of the hulk of a werewolf was the one they called Drea.
