Akeldama Delacruz
The werewolf slowly turned and faced me. I did not bother to see who it was. I threw my fingers at him to rip off his neck but the werewolf dodged it, backslided and stood on his feet.
This has never happened to me before. No one ever misses my magic fingers. I have killed thousands of werewolves with it, so who the hell is this person? Without any reticence, I folded my fingers with strength and opened my mouth to spill out a black spark like thunder on that werewolf.
I noticed the spark did not touch him, and I saw how he crossed his two hands to resist my fire spark. If I don't stop, the spark might hurt me instead. Who the hell is this?
“Akeldama Delacruz, my old friend, long time no see. Is this how you plan to welcome your friend? Come on, Akeldama, you should
