"Did you hear the master's call?!" Yves face brightened with happiness at the howl and Quin nodded his reply. They both didn't know what triggered the king, but it must've been something very serious.
Yves pulled out his curved, single-edged sword and said to his partner "It's time to attack,"
The Werewolves of Jepal didn't fancy turning into their werewolf form and wasting energy in the daytime. It was very favorable at night. Nevertheless, their enemies at the moment were humans, and they were easy to break like thin sticks and required little to no effort.
Quin and Yves marched, sniffing the woods for the scent of any human within their area, and followed the trail.
"Boo!!!" Yves suddenly leaped out from the hedges, startling the group of men that weren't expecting any werewolf company.
"Humans, we have come to grant your death wish," He said with a smile.
Unlike the rest of his team, he was a brawler that only used his fists to fight. As for armor, just like the rest of the team, they barely saw the need to wear them when fighting humans.
The men noticed the furry ears sticking out of his head and raised their weapons in defence. The place went quiet. Qin stood hushed, eyes closed, meditating, but Yves' gruff voice disrupted the silence, and the fierce battle began.
The rushing thunder of many feet pounded the earth as the men let out a battle cry and fought for their lives as the day drew on.
Yves made painful havoc with the limbs of the enemy. He ripped them apart with his bare hands, sunk his teeth deep into their flesh, destroying their muscles and eating them in chunks. He smashed their heads to the ground, made a bloodbath out of tens of the humans, leaving himself and the ground canvassed in red fluids.
Qin's fight was clean, just a swing of his sword, and he could take down fifteen foolish men who dared to challenge him. He loathed human blood on his skin and did everything possible to avoid that.
Sir Qin swung his arms until it formed a blur and cut the humans into perfectly cubed slices. He was recruited for his elegant sword technique, which was one of the best in the werewolf world.
Yves yawned in boredom regardless the mess they'd made on the floor. What seemed like forever was a horrific battle of nothing less than ten minutes, and no single human was alive to entertain them more.
"Well, the fun was nice while it lasted," Yves sighed.
"Shall we leave?" Qin asked.
"Sure, I'll send a message to the gatherers close by to harvest our killing, and take a few of their heads to decorate our guard post and scare off future nuisance."
Qin nodded in agreement and the two trod through blood, organs, and other bodily fluids on the ground then continued with their task.
***
"We have to catch up with lord lucilfer for further instructions'' Adora reminded her partner of their next objective.
Grazob and Adora were in search of their master when they ran into the last group of humans numbered a hundred and sixty fighters.
They were all surprised to meet at crossroads, but they didn't want to be lost in shock for too long because both parties knew a fight would break out soon.
"Are you with our leaders?" One man amidst his group asked, clutching unto his sword. They'd been searching for too long and they couldn't find any of the missing people. So they guessed the werewolves had something to do with it.
"Make this quick, Sir Grazob," Adora stepped aside. She wasn't interested in fighting the humans. It was time for Grazob to take over and do a part of his job.
"Who wants to die first?" Grazob was pretty happy he could finally kill some humans. He'd waited all day just like Yves and was ready to make the best out of the situation.
The riot of men fought courageously against Grazob, who was barely investing his energy, but killing them anyway.
"Every day these humans grow weaker, and I was expecting more from them," Grazob remarked as he swung his gladiator sword at the neck of a human running towards him and his head tumbled off shortly.
He pierced the necks of the last few men and their forehead as well, then, at that moment, snickered at the damage he'd caused.
"The scent of blood is now stronger than before. Many humans have died today" Adora spoke about the aroma of sweet blood and flesh filling her nostrils, and her fangs gleamed menacingly as her stomach grumbled.
"Would it be wrong to take a bite from one of the human hearts without the master's permission?" She ached for food. Unlike the others, she had not had food, and the king was regulating the consumption of human flesh. Some of them had diseases, something like a virus, and he wanted to keep his hand-picked army safe from that.
"Remember what the lord said. Some of these humans are noxious. Just be patient. Once the gatherers send the harvest to the ADMH (advanced diagnosis medical house), and they are through with their work, we'll have a large share to our satisfaction."
"I missed breakfast. I'm sure none of you were thoughtful or even the slightest bit of considerate to leave some of the roasted pork from last night."
"I did."
Adora couldn't believe it.
"Yes, I left some pork but not for you" The hearty laughter of Grazob once again broke derisively the hush that had fallen on the woods.
"I hate you," Adora hissed In a deep angry mutter then walked away from the wereman.
"Hey, wait! You've not told me the type of man you're interested in," Grazob called out, trying to hide his laugh as he pursued her.