My worries went on an extreme curve as I heard the magic words coming from Fenrir's mouth. That wolf girl told me she knew I was not from this world, which sent billions of alarming signs all over my mind.
I took a step back and gripped my Clarent sword once again. I knew that fighting against this powerful beast would be suicide, but I wanted to squeeze some answers.
"Arthur, don't!" Merleen shouted, as she wrapped her arms around mine, prohibiting me from doing anything rash.
Despite my instinctive attempts, I was still thankful to have Merleen at my side. If I were alone in this situation, I would have swung my blade without thinking twice. By the time that I would attack this furry woman, I would have already forfeited my life.
"You have the guts to point that sword at me. Arthur, you need to thank Merleen here for stopping you. I wouldn't mind killing you and stealing your powerful sword," Fenrir declared, with her eyes glued to the blade in my hand.
