Barmin nearly stumbled but managed to hold his ground, bending his knees to get a grip—literally.
Trudy came at him full force, but he sidestepped like he was at a dance rehearsal, and in a split second, he had her wrists in a death grip. Well, almost.
Before he could pull off his grand move, Trudy spun out of his grasp and slipped behind him like she'd rehearsed it. But Barmin was already a step ahead.
As Trudy's feet hit the ground, Barmin's claws were right there to welcome her. They dug straight into her stomach, turning her insides into a horror of shredded werewolf.
"Trudy!" Charna yelled as she witnessed the whole scene.
Blood poured out of her, and Trudy lost her balance, slipping off the carriage. As if the gut wound wasn't enough, she smacked her head on the sharp corner of the carriage for extra trauma.
Now her big, curly hair was matted with blood, her face was practically painted red in a horrifying way.
