"Amanda, grab it!"
Seeing the werewolf turn around and dash toward the cabin, Roger shouted as he ran forward rapidly.
The imagined whip did not swing out. Roger glanced back distractedly, only to see Amanda, who had just been incomparably formidable as if she could burn all the monsters in the world, now drenched in sweat and standing pallid as death.
"Trying to act tough, girl."
Roger felt somewhat helpless; even in his company, this girl didn't want to appear too useless.
When confronted with danger, the werewolf ahead did not choose to dive into the thicket but charged toward the not-so-distant cabin.
If anyone said that house wasn't strange, Roger would never believe it.
He was not so idle as to let the monster before him dive into the cabin and then, with a burst of strength, duke it out with him in a fearsome fight.
He would rather crush his opponent outright.
