Werewolf Cabaro saw it was Marcus again and let out a furious howl before lunging.
Bang! Bang!
Right on schedule, the wolf's signature moves, Blade Storm and Skull Crusher, landed. But they only chipped away less than 700 of Marcus's HP. Then, as usual, it entered its post-combo stun state, becoming a sitting duck for Marcus's attacks.
'Sigh.' This was just pathetic. Marcus wondered if he was too overpowered or if Werewolf Cabaro was just a one-trick pony. The lack of a real fight was honestly kind of boring; he couldn't even break a sweat.
"Awooo... Awooo... Ooooh…"
'What the hell are you howling about now?'
With less than ten percent of its health left, Werewolf Cabaro threw its head back and howled like it had just been injected with adrenaline.
'You gotta be kidding me.' Was this mutt getting turned on by the beating? Did it have a thing for pain? Why was it singing? He'd never seen this before.
