Otis used his dark affinity, using it like a spear to stab the Black Wolves.
Darkness was everywhere.
Black tendrils snaked across the ground, ensnaring the wolves and squeezing the life out of them.
"This is taking too long!" Otis growled, frustrated by the lack of progress. He used his high speed to swiftly move behind a black wolf that was attacking him. With razor-sharp claws, he sliced the creature in two, causing it to let out a blood-curdling howl that echoed throughout the forest.
"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The remaining Black Wolves grew increasingly anxious as they watched their comrades fall one by one.
At first, they believed that Otis and Ruby would tire out and eventually succumb to their attacks. However, after seeing the two foxes continue to fight relentlessly, the Black Wolves began to grow more and more nervous.
