One of the men trotted at Sharon. She evaded, dashing toward the keelhaul as she cast a magic smoke that she used to make a cover for them in full power. A multicoloured mist appeared out of nowhere and spread throughout the moor.
On her side, Blanca fought with passion, two werewolves at a time, as well as Warrior One. It was near impossible to see, but it must have been worse for the assailants. If they could see the attackers even a little better than they could see them, that might have been the advantage they wanted. They could also depend on their other senses.
