Gary had suffered a serious injury, the attack had pierced through his body but he could feel his muscles hardening around the claw, keeping it in place, not letting it move out. The beast he was going up against was strange for a number of reasons, and mainly because Gary was still trying to figure out why it was so dangerous.
He thought it would be one thing, its power to create copies of itself with its blood. Some time while fighting against the others, the beast had managed to make another clone of itself.
Thankfully, it seemed the max number it could create a copy of itself was six, otherwise he really would be in trouble. Yet, what was actually the most troublesome for him was the sharpness of the claws.
They were going through his thick werewolf hide like it was nothing, at least in his current state.
‘There’s no point using magnetic howl in this situation, because they're all coming for me anyway!’ As Gary could see two more clones coming his way. ‘Screw you!’