Stealing the show
The wolf's movements were erratic and abnormal. It was almost as if it was drugged, but its ferocity was undeniable.
Without hesitation, Han Xin leapt to his feet, water splashing around him as he unsheathed his sword. The wolf lunged at him, and Han Xin met its attack with a swift, practised strike.
Despite his years of training since the day he could walk the wolf's unpredictable aggression caught him off guard. It fought with a wild intensity, and in the struggle, its fangs sank into his arm, turning the water around them crimson.
Enraged, Han Xin fought the wolf until it was limping and struggling to get up. Just as he was about to deliver a death blow, a figure appeared out of the mist. Peng Xiu came to save the day, swooping right when the wolf was too injured to put up a fight.