The young Dean showed great footwork, dodging the attack aimed at his heart, but he lost a whole arm in the process. Stepping a few feet aside his opponent, the young Werewolf wanted to scream, but that window was closed, as the tattooed man directed his spear towards his neck.
Clang–!
A metal clashing sound was released, as Dean used the claws from his right hand to block the spear, pushing Saleos back a little bit and he took this chance to start running again.
"Little shithead! [Fever Flames], [Rage]."
Loudly stomping on the tar, Saleos broke apart the ground for a radius of two hundred yards, as a torrent of purple flames got released from his leg, burning everything apart. With a stroke of luck Dean was able to run away from the flames, as it burnt some of his locks.
"I spent a lot of time..... trying to make myse-"
