Leon was feeling quite despaired, he swung his Greatsword at a wolf that came for him with it's jaw open.
The wolf was killed, it's corpse sent flying to the rest of the pack, crashing to some of the wolves.
He was slowly getting drained of the last bit of strength in him.
"They are just too strong." Leon muttered under his breath, gasping loudly.
He had been fighting for ten hours now, the wolves were still as aggressive as ever.
While he was gasping, a wolf clawed at his leg, normally, he would have brutally kicked that wolf before it could do anything, but he was to tired to do so.
The jean trouser he wore gave him no protection against the claws of he mutant beast.
The claw easily tore through the trouser and gave him a deep scratch.
At that time, another wolf pounced at his other leg, biting it ferociously. It tugged the bite on Leon's leg, trying to tear out Leon's lap.
