On top of that, because the Physical limit of
If one sudden change in direction wasn't enough to kill the wolf, the second certainly was.
Sylas' three kunai moved through the skies with a swift indifference for life. Every time, it was just one slash, one attack, as though he couldn't be bothered to use a second, as though the wolves weren't worthy.
They fell in waves until a roar echoed from the distance, the ground shaking as though a small earthquake had been triggered.
Sylas' gaze sharpened as he pierced through a lane in the trees, finding a dire wolf looming at almost three meters tall, dashing toward them so quickly it was almost hard to spot.
