Michael
The werewolf lunged at me. Grabbing his mouth, I swung him against the wall. He was strong but not stronger than me. His right arm swiped against my shoulder, and his claws dug into my flesh. He swung again, but I ducked under him, and swung my left leg upward my boot catching him on the chin. Slipping my dagger out, I waited for him to swing again.
Come on. Swing at me again.
Ducking, I thrust my blade deep into his gut. He moved and tried to pull the dagger free, and I stabbed him again this time the blade went through his neck. His grunts became gurgling sounds as he collapsed. Blood was squirting and flowing everywhere.
Chloe’s scream pierced through the room. Whipping out my sword, I severed his head from his body, and tossed it at the feet of my men.
Bending, I wiped his
