"Oi, get away from her!" Ben stood up, adrenaline, using him forward. He summoned the wolf claw weapon and began to stab every crab, pulling it away from the wolf's pelt.
[HP: 27/150; BE: 0/100; MP: 360/373]
The pelt, though not torn apart, was slowly drenched in blood. Ben instantly resorted to blood vision to check Freya's condition. Thankfully, the crabs had managed to only tear off some part of the wolf pelt, and a portion where they had reached her thighs was the source of blood.
"Kr kr kr kr kr kr kr."
The thrown crabs continued to lunge toward Ben at an incredible speed. Ben was relieved, but angered beyond limits, he gritted his teeth; the veins on his forehead pumped more blood.
"I said, GET AWAY!" He shouted, launching punches at the incoming white crabs; each of his punches and slashes was enough to take down one at a time. But still, the numbers overwhelmed him, as they kept coming and coming at him.
"Damnit!"
