Julian pressed forward like a storm unleashed. His fists became a blur, each punch a brutal symphony of martial precision.
Cris tried desperately to block, his claws slashing wildly, but Julian slipped through every defense with terrifying ease, his strikes landing like sledgehammers.
A fierce combo rattled Cris, ribs cracking, breath lost, until Julian's final blow sent him crashing backward, bouncing across the ground.
Panic flared in Cris' eyes. 'This can't be… ' he thought frantically.
'I have more power now… the full moon is on my side… how can I lose?!' With a savage howl, he leapt at Julian again, claws flashing in desperation.
But Julian met him head-on, knuckled fists slamming into Cris' face and chest, each hit more devastating than the last.
Cris shrieked and called out, voice raw with rage, summoning the six werewolves he'd corrupted. "KILL HIM!" he roared, and the feral beasts surged toward Julian, claws and fangs bared.
