Swosh! Alcott swung his blade at Hank, who deflected the attack with his axe as if it was nothing. "You think I'm a werewolf now?" Hank growled, "You can't give a rest, can you?"
The two moved apart, glaring at each other, "I can smell that dog in you. It doesn't matter if you don't transform," Alcott pointed his greatsword at Hank with a smile.
"Alcott, stop! He might not be the werewolf," Arad shouted, but Alcott shook his head.
"He is the werewolf. Don't let him deceive you!" Alcott swung his sword down. CLANG! Hank deflected the strike with his axe, kicking him in the guts.
"Fine!" Hank stepped forward, "I will bury you in the ground with your stupid accusation!" CLANG! Hank swung his axe at Alcott with two hands, which Alcott blocked with his sword.
GRWAAA! Hank shouted, putting more force into the strike and throwing Alcott back.
^This strength, isn't normal,^ Alcott gasped, ^He is the werewolf,^ Thud! He landed on a tree, sheathing his sword and taking a deep breath.
