The other werewolf was not as fierce as the one Arthur was facing. Amelia, the leader of the second group of vampires, was a formidable fighter, one of the most skilled students from the Vampire Settlement. She and her companions attacked the werewolf as a group, surrounding it from all sides. They struck with speed and precision, not giving the werewolf a moment to catch its breath. The scene was a blur of claws and fangs, and the air was filled with the sounds of snarls and growls.
The werewolf's eyes locked on Amelia, recognizing her as the most formidable opponent in the group. If it could take her out, the rest would fall like dominoes. Roaring, the werewolf pounced, claws outstretched. But just as it leapt, it was knocked off course by a powerful kick to the ribs. The kick had come from Alora Thomas, a vampire who had taken advantage of the werewolf's momentary distraction. The werewolf hit the ground with a thud, dazed and disoriented.
As the werewolf scrambled to its feet, another vampire launched a powerful attack, aiming to slam its full weight onto the werewolf's legs. The werewolf was too quick, however, and it managed to dodge the blow. With lightning speed, it swung its claws at the vampire, narrowly missing its head. The vampire ducked, rolling backwards to avoid being struck. It quickly regained its footing, ready to continue the fight.
THUD!
The werewolf heard the sound of a foot hitting the ground a split second before a powerful kick connected with its ribs. The force of the blow knocked the wind out of the werewolf, causing it to stagger. The vampire responsible for the kick stood a few feet away, a look of determination on its face. The werewolf's eyes narrowed, and it growled low in its throat. It would not be taken down so easily.
The werewolf was a formidable foe, its strength and speed far surpassing that of the average vampire. But the vampires had numbers on their side, and they worked together to wear the werewolf down. One after another, they struck with powerful blows, knocking the werewolf off balance and causing it to stumble. The werewolf was starting to show signs of exhaustion, and the vampires could sense its weakness. It was only a matter of time before they would triumph.
There were a few vampires, like Gary, who were strong and skilled enough to take on a werewolf in single combat. They were few and far between, but their abilities were not to be underestimated. Gary had been training since childhood, and his skills were honed to perfection. He was a force to be reckoned with, and the werewolf would be hard-pressed to defeat him.
With a snarl, the werewolf whirled around, claws outstretched. It grabbed one of the vampires by the ankle, its grip strong and unyielding. With a single, swift motion, it sliced the vampire's foot in two, causing it to howl in pain. The other vampires paused for a moment, horrified by the sight of their fallen comrade. The werewolf took advantage of their momentary distraction, charging forward and knocking them aside with its powerful body.
As Amelia leapt into the air, her leg drawn back in preparation for a powerful kick, the werewolf's left hand shot up, catching her foot and sending it flying harmlessly past its head. In the same instant, a kick came from behind, but the werewolf's reflexes were lightning-fast. It whirled around, avoiding the blow, and brought its right hand down in a brutal stab towards Amelia's shoulder. But she was no less agile, and she twisted out of the way, the werewolf's claws narrowly missing her flesh.
With a growl of rage, the werewolf whirled around, and its jaws clamped down on the neck of the vampire behind it. There was a sickening crack as the werewolf's teeth pierced the vampire's flesh, and a gush of blood spattered the ground. The werewolf tossed the limp body aside, its face covered in gore. The other vampires watched in horror, their eyes wide with fear. They had underestimated the werewolf's savagery, and they had paid the price.
As the werewolf turned to face the other vampires, Amelia launched herself into the air once more, her leg outstretched and aimed for the werewolf's head. The werewolf ducked under her kick, but before it could recover, another kick came from its side. It turned just in time to see another vampire, Mark, flying towards it. The werewolf's claws sliced through the air, catching Mark's leg and ripping it open. Mark's scream was cut short as he crumpled to the ground, clutching his wound.
Despite the mounting fear and despair, the vampires did not give up. They fought on, their desperation giving them strength. They sent a flurry of kicks and punches at the werewolf, but it was like trying to fight a hurricane. Its movements were fluid and smooth, and it struck like lightning. For every blow they landed, the werewolf landed five more. They were no match for its ferocity and its savagery. The werewolf was unrelenting, and the vampires began to falter. One by one, they fell to the ground, their bodies broken and bloodied.
The werewolf and Amelia circled each other, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze. The werewolf's muscles rippled beneath its fur, and Amelia's fists were clenched, ready for the fight of her life. The werewolf struck first, its claws slicing through the air with lightning speed. But Amelia was quick to react, ducking beneath the blow and countering with a strike of her own. The werewolf roared in anger, its eyes flashing with rage. It lunged at Amelia, but she dodged the attack, moving with the grace of a dancer. The werewolf snarled, its frustration mounting.
The werewolf was distracted by Amelia's evasive maneuvers, and that was its undoing. Two vampires, struck in unison, their kicks hitting the werewolf in its left and right ribs. The werewolf let out a yelp of pain, staggering backwards. It glared at the vampires, its teeth bared in a snarl. But the vampires were undaunted. They pressed their attack, their fists and feet flying in a blur of movement. The werewolf fought back, its claws and fangs flashing, but the vampires were too quick.
The fight raged on, the werewolf and the vampires a whirling storm of violence. The werewolf lashed out, but the vampires dodged and weaved, their strikes hitting home with deadly accuracy. The werewolf howled in fury, its claws tearing into the earth. But it was no match for the combined might of the vampires. They were like a swarm of bees, their strikes coming in a never-ending barrage. The werewolf tried to break free, but it was trapped in the vampires' web of violence.
The Werewolf found itself in a ring of Vampires, like an animal trapped in a cage. For every step it took, another vampire was there to meet it, their claws and fangs at the ready. The vampires moved as one, a wall of flesh and fury. If the werewolf turned to attack one vampire, another was there to block its path. It was surrounded on all sides, its only escape the sky above. But even as it leapt into the air, the vampires followed, their eyes burning with the promise of death.
With a final burst of strength, the werewolf leapt into the trees, its claws digging into the bark as it scrambled up the trunk. It moved from tree to tree, its speed surprising even the vampires. But the vampires were relentless, and they kept pace with the werewolf, their thirst for blood unquenched. The werewolf's injuries were starting to take their toll, and it could feel its strength waning. But it would not give up, not while it still drew breath.
At that moment, a second group of vampires emerged from the shadows, their faces grim with determination. This group was led by Arthur, who had just vanquished a second werewolf. They joined the first group, their numbers swelling, their strength multiplied. Now there were sixteen vampires, all focused on one target: the werewolf. The odds were not in the werewolf's favor, and it knew it. But still, it ran, its heart pounding in its chest, its body aching with pain. It would not give up without a fight.
As the werewolf ran, it felt something slam into its side, knocking it off balance. It hit the ground with a sickening thud, the wind knocked out of its lungs. Dazed, it tried to pick itself up, only to find itself pinned to the ground by a long, glistening sword. The werewolf looked up to see the source of the blade, its eyes widening in shock. A person dressed in metal armour, having a twisted blood colour crown design at his chest, the person wore a mask that resembled a Japanese demon.
Immediately the Vampires saw this person, they stopped in an instant, Arthur recognized this person clearly. It was the Dhampir who easily defeated him and his roomates the other day.
"I want to make a deal..." The Dhampir said.
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