"It must be a joke," Dante thought as he looked at what was in front of him: a pack of over fifteen wolves sizing up the vampire boy.
"Nagasawa, wake up already... it's been three days since you've been sleeping, stop being lazy," he mocked and lamented as he held the woman on his back.
"Sorry, teacher," Dante said and put her down on the ground, gripping Durandal in both hands.
Dante looked at the wolves that began to move slowly while snarling softly. They had red fur and all were slightly injured in some way.
They started to encircle Dante.
"Sorry, but I'm not going to wait for you guys." He lunged forward towards the smallest wolf in the pack, an easy target for someone wounded like him.
The wolf barely had time to react and was completely obliterated by Durandal's blade, splattering blood all over the area.
"One down, who's the next dead puppy?" Dante said, looking menacingly at the wolves.
