The Black Knight was no problem for him.
Even if he made a mistake occasionally, he had his armor to rely on.
The claws of ordinary werewolves could only scrape metal gullies on this set of black warrior battle armor, but they couldn't hurt him at all.
It had a high error tolerance.
But in this situation, a cloth-armored profession like a gunman would have a hard time.
In other words, a mistake was the equivalent of losing a life.
The werewolves' claws could easily tear through ordinary steel. When scratching an apprentice without a Curse Power Protective Barrier, it could tear off a large chunk of flesh with a single swipe.
The three people behind him were frightened every step of the way.
They were afraid that if Leonard's bullet missed the monster, he'd be swatted to death by a paw.
After all, in their eyes, Leonard the gunman was the weakest link in their team.
