Just a Werewolf man

In a flash, the first set of people had attacked the werewolf.

However the man swiftly dodged all the blows directed at him by the Vampires. They were all mostly just the heirs of the clans and thus did not have much physical prowess.

All except Max though.

The older teenager was almost as swift as he was handsome.

Diving under the hoard of falling people, he transformed his hands into claws and lunged towards the Werewolf. The werewolf man seemed to have expected it though, as he instantly dodged.

However, before he could blink, Max was already on him again.

Max could easily be called a genius of his time, as he was faster than the average vampire. Way faster.

Fast enough to be on par with the clan heads, even.

He clawed at the werewolf, slashed at him with his claws, and stabbed him when he could. Soon, the tall werewolf was reduced to a bloody mess.

The werewolf man, however had a broad smile on his face.