The sound of the leader's sword plunging into one of their comrade's stomach silenced the others, freezing their minds in dread.
The victim's eyes widened in agony, clutching at the sword now lodged in his abdomen. The leader tried to abandon the sword, but instead, pulled the sword out and cut down another comrade.
'Fuck you, bastard!' Filled with rage and indignation, the leader locked eyes with Ryder, believing him to be the mastermind. He pointed the sword at him, 'I'll chop you into pieces!' He growled in his mind, as he readied to attack him, but the next moment, he found himself slicing off another comrade's head.
'Ahhhh!!' he couldn't take it anymore and tried to abandon the weapon, but his hands wouldn't do what he asked. Left with no other choice, he attempted to shift, which would mean leaving his scent behind, but his wolf failed to surface either.
