Where so far nothing had been able to put a pause on the fighting, it was this howl that finally did the job.
Every single first and second ranker who heard it felt a chill of fear running down their spine, and they all halted in their tracks. Weapons hung uselessly in mid-air, claws suddenly stopped mid-swipe, and magic circles crumbled before realizing the intended spell.
A lull hung over the battlefield, as everyone wondered where that howl had come from. Fortunately, they weren't forced to wonder for long, when a bloodthirsty laughter followed right after. "Hahaha!" a deep voice echoed. "I see I've come just in time to join the fun!"
Before the voice even fully ebbed away, a massive, white-furred werewolf clad in a sleek, ebony black armour, leaped from one of nearby treetops, and crashed down near the third ranker face-off.
