Chapter 244: Operation Wolf Slayer. (Part 32)
With how chaotic the situation was, and with him being fully transformed, Werewolf couldn’t precisely control his strength. Because of that, he was expecting to crush the arm he reached out to grab, even if he didn’t intend to.
Still, even though the force he put into his hand would have been enough to bend the iron bars at the gym, the arm he caught didn’t crack or bend.
His fingers were bent around the entire finger, hiding most of it, but the upper arm and the shoulder it was connected to were visible, and so was the head of whoever that arm belonged to. What looked back at him weren’t the eyes of a person, however.
A demon. Blue skin, sharp, knife like horns, and eyes gleaming with crimson malice. The sight froze Werewolf for a moment, and that was all it took for another one of the demons to attack him from a different direction.
Light flashed through the collection room, but it wasn’t the white light from before. Sunray had used her ability, blinding the attacker and snapping Werewolf from his momentary stasis, getting him back on the move. He swatted the second demon and was about to do the same with the first, but a sharp pain jolted though his arm, forcing him to let go.
The first demon leaped, the dagger in his hand tracing a crimson trail in the air. Before his feet touched the floor, a layer of haze quickly enveloped him, and the next instant he was gone without a trace.
Just as he realized what was happening, a gust of wind blew by then suddenly turned into a violent cyclone. Werewolf found himself in a circle with his other teammates, their backs facing each other. Night Gale was using her powers to create a wind barrier around them, one capable of shredding anyone who might try to force their way through it.
"This doesn’t look good..." White Arrow grumbled.
The four blue demons that attacked them had just disappeared, which hinted at their true identity. They had just survived what could have been their certain death, and knowing that didn’t bode well for their mission.
Holding a hand to her earpiece, Night Gale gritted her teeth.