891 The Bite, I'm An Idiot

“Don’t worry about hitting you?” Blackjack asked, but before the question was even answered, Gary was already running forward and heading right for the Warden.

“You want me to give you support, but that’s going to be hard to do…” Blackjack said, looking around; he then quickly dived to one of the bodies by the side. Right now, he was going with the flow, and trusting this young wolf of all things.

As he went to one of the dead on the ground, he sunk in his teeth, and his eyes started to glow as the blood entered through him.

“You said not to worry about hitting you or not; you better not regret it!” Blackjack said.

When Gary charged in toward the Warden, he went for an overhand swing again and started to punch and swing his arms widely at the Warden. He didn’t care about whether it hit the Warden or not; instead, he was focusing on delivering blows at full force.