Chapter 11: Barseagle, the Radiator
"There are actually three of them." Ian looked at the three big figures in the sky. "I don't know how strong a higher werewolf is compared to a true vampire. And they could actually fly?"
The three gigantic figures were suspended in the sky, defying gravity. In the middle was a giant that towered everything, as huge as fifty meters, blocking the entire sky and casting a shadow that covered everyone's vision.
On each shoulder of the giant, stood two werewolves with a body size of fifteen feet. This prompted Barseagle to put a fighting stance and said:
"Judging by their size. The one in the middle is the leader, a higher werewolf. On each side, on top of his shoulders, were true werewolves, something we can take care of."
"The real problem seems to be their leader..." Daniel appeared emotional as he said this. His mouth is slightly tight, with the crease of his forehead tensed. "We can't participate in this battle with our strength. At least, not meaningfully."
Liz and Kate nodded at Daniel's words, agreeing. "Though you're right. We can at least play the role of pressure one of them with the three of us." Kate said which prompted Liz to open his mouth to say: "That's right. Actually, the gap between a true werewolf and a lesser vampire is indeed significant. But not to the point that the three of us can't even hinder one."
Hearing this, Daniel's eyes lit up. He heard hope. It was enough for him. He believes that as long as there's a straw of hope. "We can do it! The one who can make me despair hasn't been born yet."
"You surprisingly have balls this time." Ian grinned. "Actually, you guys don't need to be too worked up. Leave those two flies to me."
"I know you're strong. But to fight two true werewolves by yourself? Are you fucking nuts? Are you sure about that?"