Man at War – Excerpt No. 132

Marc remembered standing his ground as cavalry approached and realised a dozen horses and their riders charging in was nothing in comparison. Still, mass and speed could be leveraged.

Before the werewolf took a swipe, Marc quickly shifted out of the way and dropped to his knees. As all that mass of muscles and claws passed by, he swiped his blade as hard as his vampiric strength would permit, slashing the werewolf’s leg. The attack caused a deep slash that cut through muscle and tendons. That will slow him—

Werewolves were surprisingly more agile than expected. A set of claws grazed his back, cutting through his uniform and into the flesh. Marc tightened his jaw until his teeth strained, but he was not out of commission. I’ve already beaten the odds.

a cinematic photo of a werewolf standing on its hind legs, with a deep visible gash on its left side, set against a desolate backdrop of a bombed out town at night, with only remnants of a road stretching out into the darkness, the werewolf's fur is matted and dirty, its eyes glow with an otherworldly intensity, the surrounding buildings are reduced to rubble, with shattered windows and crumbling facades, the night sky is a deep shade of indigo, with a full moon hanging low in the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the devastated landscape, the photography style is gritty and realistic, with a focus on capturing the stark contrast between the werewolf's primal presence and the destroyed urban environment.

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