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Rosina watched as the men were killing themselves. The knights were piercing their silver swords against the werewolves' bodies, enabling the wound from healing.
The werewolves were biting and using their sharp claws to trample against the knights, using their size and strength as an advantage, but it also had disadvantages.
Their size made them slow due to the gravitational force, unlike the wolves in their human form.
"They all look equal in footing," Rosina muttered with excitement. She grabbed an apple she kept in her pocket and took a bite. Although she pitied those who lost their lives, she enjoyed the battle.
Rosina's eyes gazed at the wolves circling one another before taking a direct hit and attack.
