Having been fortunate enough to strike two or three rogues down with the iron rod I’d acquired not too long ago, I considered myself to be in possession of the necessary potential required for fighting these savages, which was particularly why I found myself thrust into a corner when too many of them advanced towards me concurrently.
Girdled by the blood-thirsty hoodlums, I scanned the entire room quickly to look for a possible escape but found nothing. Standing with a palpitating heart, I thus struggled to mask the uneasiness which was evoked by the growls and the hungry stares of the beasts. As soon as their mouths widened and their canines, which reeked of blood, came into view, it made my blood run cold.
While it seemed all hope was lost, the sound of approaching footsteps that came
