The werewolf moved like a blur, leaping through the forest with powerful strides, each bound bringing it closer to the circle of hunters. Its intent was clear, to disrupt their formation and throw them into chaos.
But William was ready. He stood firm, his knight's spear lowered, the tip gleaming with deadly energy. He had been charging for this moment, his body humming with tension and power.
"[Piercing Attack]!!" William roared, his voice echoing through the forest as he thrust the spear forward with all his might. The air around the weapon cracked and exploded, the strike carrying the force of a thunderbolt. The spear blade cut through the air like a bolt of lightning, unstoppable and devastating.
The werewolf's predatory instincts screamed a warning, but it was already too late. It hadn't expected a warrior hidden among the hunters. Reflexively, it raised its claws, the only defense it had against the oncoming strike.
CLANG!
