Man at War – Excerpt No. 134

He willed himself to stem the bleeding at his back, and charged the creature once more. Not to be outdone the werewolf did the same, looking more determined than ever to come out on top.

This time Marc waited until the creature lunged at him before reacting. He took aim, and fired the flare gun at that gaping maw. The illumination flare shot out and very nearly went straight down the werewolf’s throat.

What appeared to be a certain death moments ago, had changed in his favour. The werewolf immediately reached for its throat as though choking. Marc managed to slide under the creature, and did not come to a stop before regaining his footing to distance himself from the beast.

a cinematic photo of a hulking werewolf with sharp claws and teeth, his large hands gripping his throat as if in anguish, with a deep visible gash on his left leg, standing alone down what remains of a desolate road lined with destroyed buildings and rubble, in the midst of a bombed out town at night, with only a few flickering streetlights illuminating the dark scene, the werewolf's fur is matted and dirty, his eyes glow yellow in the dark, photography, with a shallow depth of field, and a muted color palette, emphasizing the destruction and chaos around him.

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