"Huff! Huff!" Alden panted as he stuck the longer sword into the chest of the wolf he was holding down on the ground with his leg.
"T-That w-was the last one!" Alden uttered while panting heavily, covered in blood.
Thud!
He leaned backward and fell on a wolf under him. He was dead-tired.
"The battle is still not over," Neo spoke, sitting on a pile of dead wolves. He was covered in blood from head to toe, and blood flowed down the pile of bodies.
He held his bloody staff in hand while looking at the still ongoing battle in the distance. The battle between Little Stone and the Gale Wolf.
After fighting non-stop for about half an hour, they finally defeated the pack of wolves amounting to more than a hundred wolves.
Everything around was covered in blood. They stood in a puddle of blood. Piles of dead wolves lay on the ground, meters around them.
