The wooden stick I used to practice spear fighting was only a few steps away. With two long strides, I grabbed it and swung it straight at Rudy, who was still turning toward Eson.
BAM!
The loud impact echoed again. The attention of all four werewolves snapped back to me.
Eson moved fast and attacked the closest werewolf near him.
These rogues had spent years as thugs. They were used to brawling. They quickly regained their senses and began to fight back.
I faced two of them. Eson handled the other two.
My spear moved swiftly, keeping the large werewolves from getting close.
"Attack her left side! That sneaky girl doesn't have a left hand!" Rudy shouted.
He was still conscious, but unable to move. It seemed his bones were shattered by my earlier strike.
Just as Rudy said, one rogue attacked my left side.
What he got instead was the sharp claw from my left hand.
My claw was strong enough to tear through his facial skin, forcing him back as blood spilled everywhere.
