2252 A cornered Army

The red skin and fur of the werewolf standing in front of Sera looked fierce. The power was something he had never gone against before, and he could feel how alive it was, how much vitality it had in front of him.

It was almost as if all the attacks he had made before, the buildup of damage that had been built up from the fight, had disappeared in that instant.

Rolling on the ground, Sera managed to reach a large greatsword and pulled it out from the ground. He was ready to face whatever his opponent had to throw at him. That was until he had no clue where he was.

"Has he disappeared?" Sera thought.

There was a blur in his vision, moving about side to side. A clear view of the werewolf couldn't be seen. It was only because of the disturbance he could feel in his zone of power that he knew where Chris was.