"Kurae!" Emi yelled in her native language, her voice sharp and commanding as she hurled a volley of kunai. Each blade shimmered in the dim light, its hilt attached to an explosion talisman. They whizzed through the air toward the charging monstrosity—a Werefur curse slave covered in thick, long, dark fur—closing in on her at a terrifying speed.
The Werefur curse slave resembled a grotesque hybrid of man and beast, its entire body cloaked in long, tangled fur reminiscent of an ungroomed black komondor dog. Its razor-sharp fangs glinted menacingly, and though its eyes were obscured by the dense fur, it moved with unnerving precision, as if its senses were completely unimpaired.
Charging forward with reckless abandon, the Werefur curse slave seemed utterly unfazed by the oncoming kunai. Its massive frame barreled toward Emi, single-mindedly focused on its target, exuding an aura of primal ferocity.
Clunk!
