Chapter 179 - What the hell do you want?!

*roar*

A bellowing, guttural sound came from Viljar's throat. Fury burned in his eyes as he feared for Olaf's fate, who was lying on the ground in a puddle of his own blood.

After Olaf went down, Viljar had only barely been able to engage the werewolf who had done the deed, in fear of him going after Nora or Anne, who were doing pretty well so far, but likely wouldn't be able to handle a second opponent.

His flowing magma fur stirred, as his burning claws attempted to crush the male vampire in front of him. At the same time, his magma tentacles lashed around him in an attempt to keep two female werewolves engaged as well.

Unfortunately, this effort was quickly tiring him out. Keeping both his abilities active at the same time was costing him an abhorrent amount of energy, and his mind was beginning to fray from having to control three enemies.