Anselm roared at the looming figure and the huge paw. He didn't panic; instead, he took a step forward and promptly turned into a three-meter-tall werewolf.
He was now covered in grayish black fur, his claws long and sharp. He jumped up, leaving the paved ground cracked, reached out his red-gleaming claws, and went straight for the bear.
The werewolf's claws ripped the bear's chest open, leaving a horrible wound, while the bear's paw punched the werewolf's face so hard that a tooth went flying out of his mouth.
The moment they landed on the ground, they came at each other again, fists flying, and claws flashing.
They were furious, savage, and unbelievably fast.
Their brutal power crushed the ground and ripped trees, blood flying everywhere. The customers were flabbergasted; it was not a scene they saw every day here in Chaos City. Thrilling was not enough to describe it.
