"You're asking for death!" Kaelan roared. His steel claws struck repeatedly, leaving countless afterimages in their wake.

Andrew's greatsword danced before him, creating a dense web of blade shadows that clashed with the claws, sending massive showers of sparks flying. With a tearing sound, one side of Andrew's body was torn open as a claw barely grazed him, ripping a deep gash that sent blood gushing out.

The werewolf lifted his bloodstained claw to his mouth and licked it. Standing upright,