They had no real weakness… but at least they weren't at full power since the moon wasn't out yet. With that in mind, Jason began to run around his allies and punched the enemies with all his might while they used long-range attacks.
The werewolves tensed as they detected an aura of danger emanating from Jason, their primal instincts warning them of the threat he posed. Their snarls deepened, and without hesitation, they lunged at him, their razor-sharp claws aiming to tear into his flesh. Yet, despite the fury of their assault, Jason remained focused. His gaze was cold, unwavering as if the attacks meant nothing to him.
