"Just try and take another step, and you'll soon find out what I dare." Johann's smile widened, revealing his sharp fangs. His hair was floating around his head, like a halo of orange flames.
"Wolves! With me!" Reginald yelled, and those wolves not already fighting around him converged behind him, multicolored light flashing around Reginald as they all activated their own techniques.
Reginald felt that with their numbers, he could break past Johann. He was certain the swordmaster wouldn't dare injure him, and though some of the wolves might fall in the attempt, that was a price he was willing to pay.
"You're really going to force my hand." Annoyance filled Johann's voice as he watched the wolves prepare to rush him all together.
"Master!" Seeing the Golden Wolves surrounding his master, a hint of concern crept into David's voice. He ran across the arena, towards the side where Johann and the wolves were.
