The chaos wolves and Zion glared at each other, blood dripping from their wounds onto the white snow, staining it red.
Zion was enjoying himself but knew he couldn't keep fighting six at once on his own. He was lucky so far, but it wouldn't last.
The alpha howled, and all the wolves suddenly charged at the exact moment.
'God damn it, I knew my luck wouldn't hold.' Zion swore as he quickly surrounded himself with wind mana and hardened his tails. Then he suddenly began spinning in a circle, almost looking like a dog chasing its tail. Except his tails were held out and forcing the wolves to stop their charge unless they wanted to get slammed by the tails.
The wolves stopped just outside the makeshift barrier he had created, but Zion knew this wouldn't work for long. It was already making him dizzy and draining his mana and stamina.
