There was no option. Fighting was impossible. He had already been outmatched at their playing pace. Their real pace would end him in a single exchange.
Negotiation was impossible. They had already told him what he was; livestock. The word implied everything he needed to know about how negotiation would be received.
The system was silent. He mentally reached out to it, this was the greatest danger he had faced since its activation, but he found nothing, no solution he could think of. No notifications. No emergency prompts. No hidden protocols the mission designer might have inserted for exactly this scenario.
He was alone. He could only watch as the werewolf's smile widened.
"You see," he said gently, "this is barely two percent of my strength, and you're already sweating this hard."
Saying that, the werewolf kept walking casually.
Then all of a sudden, he vanished!
