As the first of the Carvinines lunged towards him, its claws gleaming in the moonlight, John's senses sharpened, his movements fluid and precise. With a swift motion, he sidestepped the attack, his instincts guiding him with a clarity that belied the chaos of the moment.
John stood still. He decided that his thoughts won't let him pull back this time. He cleared his mind and decided to concentrate. As the Carvinines approached him, he was standing there without a movement.
With each passing moment, John felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, heightening his senses and sharpening his focus. Though the odds were stacked against him, he refused to back down, drawing upon the depths of his inner strength to face the Carvinines head-on.