'I-Impossible!' Arlo's body crashed to the ground, hit by Leone's Stone Pillar Uppercut. 'This can't be real!'
With a bloody jaw, Arlo propped himself up from the ground. But before he could stand up, a sharp pain exploded on his back as Ulric's axe cut deep into his flesh.
The werewolf roared in pain, still reeling from shock and disbelief. Was he really losing?
Ulric's Berserk Skill had already faded, and he was on his last legs. But he understood that he had to push himself and land the finishing blow on his opponent.
He could only imagine the suffering Arlo would inflict on his tribe if he failed now.
"Die!" Ulric shouted as he swung his axe one more time.
Arlo had seen Ulric's axe coming for his head, but his body dodged slower than usual. At the last moment, he twisted his body to the side, and the axe only severed his right arm.
While he had kept his life, the injury on his back and the loss of an arm had him screaming and begging for forgiveness.
