Blood splattered on the armor and Bogdan's body fell on him. > You could not live with your accidental sins. You and I are very similar, only I have to do something else before that pleasure. I envy you.< He tossed his body as far as he could and drew his sword and unwound the chain, drinking a black potion to intensify his reactions and senses, which bothered him for a moment. He winced and now he could even hear the squirrel snoring for a hundred yards.
"Come out ugly, don't make me wait."
Not a second passed and the body began to shake, twitch, toss with great force from left to right. Tearing of meat, opening of organs was heard. His chest rose to the heavens and a hairy hand with very sharp claws pierced through them. The second followed and thorne up the whole body. The monster was slowly pulled out of the corpse, it must have been at least two and a half meters. Covered with black fur, blacker than any night, but not on the muzzle, the bone itself. The moon's eyes stared at him, no soul behind them, only hunger.
"Sorry for the rude awakening!"
The werewolf roared that the sky and the earth were shaking. Akara's ears bled, he only heard a buzz. "Smart monster, you get rid of my hearing and call yourself a companion."
"What scared you so much!" He spoke as he poured oil down the blade of his sword and chain.
The werewolf's paws shook abnormally and four sharp bones flew out of each paw in front of the claws, creating a bright green light between them that hurt the eyes.
"Ah, forgive me, you didn't scare me, you shit!"
When he said this to his right, a wolf jumped out of the bushes at him and Akar did not hear him, but saw him. He jumped back a little and slit his throat with the edge of his sword. The wolf died before it fell to the ground. The werewolf clawed at each other and the green light flashed and a small wave of energy reached Akar. He rushed at him on all fours with such speed that he could easily catch a bird crashing. Akar threw himself to the side, because the werewolf had crossed ten meters in the blink of an eye. But he left the end of the chain where he stood and when the werewolf missed him with all his might he struck him on the underside of his belly. He whimpered, the blades cutting well into his flesh. But the chain grabbed his hind leg and it pulled Akar who fell on his back. He moaned and quickly turned to the werewolf that was steaming from his stomach. "You won't be able to regenerate the stench, it'll just creep into the flesh." The werewolf didn't give him a chance to get up and immediately rushed at him. You managed to pull the chain and grab the two ends. He got up, he didn't have time to escape, but he started spinning two layers of the chain with so much force and speed that the chain could barely be seen and only the wind was creating. As soon as he approached, he hit him on the head, a cracking of the skull was heard and the werewolf fell to the floor. He didn't stand for long, but how long it took him to get up Akar walked away. Chasing, but this time from two sides. From the front the werewolf, and from behind the wolf went at him. Akar sprinted towards the wolf and the wolf jumped to bite him, and he slipped under him and cut off the center of his whole body. He grabbed his hind leg to keep the corpse from escaping me and as soon as he got up he threw the corpse at the werewolf who needed a few seconds to grab him. He cut through the body with one, creating four pieces, but lost his balance for a moment. Just enough time for Akar to unhook from his hand and grab the first end of the chains with his right hand from the hilt of his sword and adjust to his duel with the werewolf. He grabbed the other end with his left hand and waited for her. "The poison had just weakened him enough." The werewolf flew in first with two front paws, and Akar lifted them under his wrists and twisted his arms and let go of the chain with both hands. He threw himself to the side and managed to slightly incise the side of the werewolf. The chain tangled around his arms and he fell on his snout. Akar also fell hard, but was not injured. He raised the sword that had fallen out of him and set out to finish off the werewolf who was struggling to get up. He held the sword upside down and lifted the hilt above the curling werewolf that smoked as if in an oven. Akar felt a terrible pain spreading rapidly through his body, but managed to stop in the middle of the fall and stabbed the sword through the werewolf's head until he heard it pierce to the ground. He let go of the handle and fell on his back holding on to his hip, which was bleeding terribly, dripping on the floor, but immediately began to smoke as much as his blood was poisoned by the drink.
"I didn't think he would be able to reach it." Akar said in a heavy voice.
He reached into his purse where he kept all his drinks. He waved his hand inside, some bottles broke, but not all. He pulled out one with green liquid.
“Ah, Dummy. I never thought I'd be glad to see you. "
What moment he thought would use it or bleed here, one hurt a lot more. He straightened up and poured it on the wound and immediately started smearing it quickly. Tears streamed down his cheeks, he wanted to scream, but he knew that if he wanted to live he couldn't do it. He felt no part of his body except the wound, it was hard to lubricate. He felt all the energy of the body being taken away by force and transferred to the wound. He felt as if every bone, every muscle, every organ was forcibly torn from within, his heart slowed considerably and he could barely breathe. He was drenched in icy sweat and now he thought it was better to bleed than to go through this again. There was only a little more left in the bottle and he had to lubricate it until there were no more drops, if he wanted this to work. His vision blurred and when there was no more liquid, with trembling hands he took out bandages that were wet from the spilled drink, they were not the best, but the only ones he had. He wrapped them around his waist with difficulty, and the decoctions didn't really help relieve the pain. When he finished, he fell on his back. He was dead tired. His eyelids closed, but he fought not to fall asleep, if he fell asleep he would die here for sure. He was breathing hard and staring at the clear sky above the treetops. He needed to get some rest. > As far as I've complained about this drug, I've never agreed more for the name. Only idiots like me use it. Congratulations Aldo, you stupid genius.< He was a little sad at the thought, but it passed quickly because he had to go. He barely got up, and his legs were shaking like a huge earthquake right now. He pulled the sword from the werewolf's head and started cutting it around his neck. He needs proof. He struggled to pull and grabbed the fur and unwrapped the chain that really tangled around his arms. He tied his head to the chain and dragged it behind him, he barely had the strength for it. He went to Bogdan's body, which even his own mother would not recognize now, took his knife and said:
"Let Quercus watch over you now."
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