A bigger problem
The werewolf that had crashed into the slot machines was Bardo. He quickly got up from the hit, as coins fell off his body. He had been hit quite cleanly, but he didn't look to be majorly injured.
"Damn, that guy packs quite a punch, and he hasn't even changed into his Altered form. Just who is this person?" Bardo thought.
The two had even dealt with Altereds coming to attack them before. Once in a while, other cities seemed to run tests on just how good the protection of Notsburg was. They would hire other gangs and send their Altereds to attack. Having been hit so far and so cleanly in one go was a first.
Bardolph, who was on the ground, went ahead and fully tackled the man in the waist as soon as he landed.
He saw the large man lift his hands, ready to slam them down, but before they had done, Bardolph swung to the side and got right behind the large man. His attack had missed and hit nothing but the air.