The Fire Wolf howled in agony as Taro's sharp fangs sank into its flesh, tearing through skin and muscle. With each vicious bite, Taro inflicted more damage, until finally, with a final snap, the Fire Wolf's neck was broken, and it collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
Standing tall above the defeated enemy, Taro breathed quickly but steadily. Even though the fight was fierce, he stayed calm, looking around carefully for any more threats.
With the main danger gone, Taro turned his attention to the remaining Fire Wolves.
As Taro surveyed the battlefield, he counted the remaining Fire Wolves. Only two stood ready to fight, while the other two lay injured from the cheetah cub's earlier attack. One of them, the strongest, had been dispatched by Taro a few seconds ago.
The odds were heavily stacked in Taro and the cheetah cub's favor. With only two opponents left, there was little to no chance of them posing a threat.
