Scarier Than Werewolves

As the carriage sped through the thick forest, the mounted warriors around it fought hard to fend off the chasing werewolves. But their numbers were dropping quickly. More of the werewolves' creatures jumped out from the shadows, knocking riders off their horses and dragging them to the ground.

High above, Eli watched the path the carriage was taking. He saw a good spot ahead where he could make a move. His heart raced as he ran through the trees, keeping up with the chaos below.

In the midst of the chase, a strong voice rang out. One of the warriors, hidden under heavy armor, took charge. It was a woman—though it was hard to tell at first—but she moved with confidence and authority. "You!" She called another warrior. "Lead the carriage out of the forest. We'll hold them off here."

"But your highness—" a warrior began, his voice full of worry.

"There's no time!" she cut him off sharply, raising her sword. "Go!"

The warrior obeyed, rushing ahead to protect the fleeing carriage. Meanwhile, the woman and the remaining warriors turned to face the werewolves. They knew it was a risky move, but their loyalty was strong.

Twenty warriors stopped, got off their horses and formed a defensive line, ready to fight the werewolves chasing them. Even though the carriage had already escaped, their mission was to slow down the creatures.

"Hold your ground!" the female leader commanded. "Don't let them pass!"

Six werewolves came out of the shadows, their glowing eyes fixed on the group. The warriors, though tired and outnumbered, held their weapons tightly, ready for the attack.

The werewolves charged, and the battle began. Swords clashed with claws, and the sounds of fighting echoed through the forest. The warriors fought with all their strength, working together to hold back the beasts.

As the battle went on, the strength of the werewolves was too much. One by one, the warriors began to fall. Soon, their numbers dwindled, with only two left. Despite their efforts, they only managed to kill three of the werewolves. 

One remaining warrior, bloodied and exhausted, turned to the female leader.

"Your highness, we can't hold them! You have to escape!"

But she shook her head. Her helmet, which has been removed because of the fights, revealed her cascading hair. "No. We stand and fight."

Even though they knew the odds were against them, they fought on. But the werewolves were relentless. Both of them fought bravely, their swords slashing through the air. The woman managed to wound one of the werewolves, but another beast lunged at her from the side. 

Noticing it while fighting the other werewolf, the warrior managed to reach the woman and block the attack, but the werewolf's claws tore through his armor, leaving deep gashes.

The warrior stumbled, blood pouring from his wounds. He swung his sword one last time, but his strength was fading. The werewolf knocked the sword from his hand and pounced, its jaws closing around his neck. With a final, desperate gasp, the warrior fell, his body hitting the ground with a thud.

The female warrior was now alone, facing three werewolves. She gripped her sword tightly, ready to fight to the death.

After the werewolf killed the last man, it began tearing into his chest, feasting on his flesh. Meanwhile, the other two werewolves stalked toward the woman, their eyes burning with rage. Drool dripped from their sharp fangs, and they snarled at each other, shoving and growling as if fighting over who would claim the woman first.

The woman tightened her grip on her sword, bracing herself for the danger ahead. She knew she was ready to face whatever fate awaited her.

But before the two werewolves could get any closer, something unexpected happened. An apple with a bite flew through the air, hitting the head of the werewolf on the left, causing it to snarl and turn its head in confusion. At the same time, from behind the werewolf on the right, a figure appeared. 

It's Eli.. And in one swift motion, he grabbed the creature by the fur on its head, yanking it back. With his bare hand, he plunged his fist into the werewolf's back and pulled its heart out, blood spilling everywhere. 

The werewolf on the left heard its companion's dying groan and quickly turned to see what had happened. But as it looked back, the woman seized the moment, swinging her sword and slicing off its head in one clean strike.

Seeing this, the werewolf that had been eating the fallen warrior quickly stood and charged toward Eli.

As it got close, it swung its right arm with its sharp claws, but Eli grabbed its wrist, stopping the attack. The werewolf growled in frustration, realizing that Eli could match its strength. Furious, it tried again with its left claw, but Eli caught that one too, holding it back. Despite the werewolf's size, standing at seven feet tall compared to Eli's six feet, Eli's strength was equal to the creature's.

With its arms trapped, the werewolf opened its mouth wide, ready to bite Eli's face. Eli's eyes widened in alarm as he thought, 'This isn't good.'

Before Eli could react further, just as the werewolf was about to sink its teeth into him, a sword pierced through the creature's throat from behind. The blade then slashed sideways, nearly severing the werewolf's head.

The werewolf collapsed to the ground, and Eli saw the female warrior standing behind it, holding the sword. 

Eli looked at the woman and said, "Thanks."

After expressing his gratitude, Eli paused, realizing something. 'Another language again?' He thought to himself.

He realized it was the same feeling he had when he first died—when he discovered that the language in heaven was different from the one he'd known on Earth. Yet here he was, understanding every word perfectly and speaking it without thinking.

This wasn't the first time it had happened. During his mission in Earth U4, he had experienced the same thing—understanding and speaking a language that wasn't his own. Now, in this world, it was happening all over again.

After Eli thanked the woman, she stood frozen, staring at him. Confused, Eli tilted his head. "Are you okay?" he asked, but she remained silent, still staring.

"Hello?" he tried again, waving a hand in front of her face. Still no response. Her sword slipped from her hand, clattering to the ground, but she didn't even flinch.

Eli followed her gaze, trying to figure out what had her so distracted. It was then that he noticed exactly where she was looking—right at the middle of his body.

His eyes widened as it hit him. 'Oh no...' He realized from the moment he stepped on this world, he wasn't wearing any clothes. He had forgotten that unlike in the heavenly realm, this world had its share of modesty and...malicious thoughts. His face flushed red, and panic set in as he glanced around, desperate to find something to cover himself.

But there was nothing nearby. In his haste, he grabbed the severed head of the werewolf beside him and used it to shield his manhood. For a moment, he held it with the face pointing towards him. Feeling awkward, he quickly flipped it around, so that the werewolf's head faced the woman instead.

Her eyes widened even more, and her face turned pale. It seems she was more scared of what she saw than the werewolves she faced earlier.