"I–it's wounded! The Hawk has been wounded!"
"I can't believe it. The Beast that even Garuda could not harm… by a pair that hasn't even reached the level limit. Who the hell are they!?"
The Hawk's fire seemed to have no effect upon the two young'uns. The Warriors whose heart had sunk now looked on with a new sense of hope. Maybe… just maybe if someone like them could hurt the Hawk, they too could do it.
"I don't know who those two are but this is our chance! Don't give up! If he can keep it busy we'll have another chance!"
Among the beaten men on the ground, there was a man who could see the glimmer of hope. He was without any shirt and showed everyone his scarred chest. Draped over his shoulders was the hide of a white furred Wolf.
He looked as feral as could be. His hair reaching to his tailbone and his canines peeking out of his mouth. His eyes full of feral rage that complemented his regal aura.