The werewolf fell to his knees, clutching his chest tightly. Despite his body being devastated from the inside out, he is alive, somehow. "Wow, you are alive. You are now in the same league as a goblin." A very vivid memory of a skinless goblin comes to mind.
Their endurance is almost the same, to survive a deadly attack like this. The jail of fire starts to undo itself, no doubt because of the little show he had put on earlier. Despite the situation, his heart is a little calmer and his mind sharper, the vivid emotions and outrage gone.
Just like that werewolf's organs. "Reject… the curse? You… you blessed people always… find a way to look down on the cursed and downtrodden!" Albert lets out a horrible sound, a mix between a human's scream and a wolf's howl, standing up and ignoring his wounds.
