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The blades in the Hunter's hands flickered with incredible speed, and the man himself moved swiftly.

The wolf, with a guttural growl, bared his teeth, showing his bloody fangs and carefully watching the enemy. Stepping back a little, Jer tried not to expose his wounded side, from which blood flowed without ceasing. All Jer's movements began to slow down, because the Hunter's silver weapon is poison for the Wolf. A poison that kills slowly and painfully.

The one who was now spinning his blades strove to finish off the Wolf, and the other, being careful not to run into fangs, like their comrade, who was now lying on the ground, soaking it with his own blood, crept up to Jer to deliver a fatal blow from the back. They rushed at Jeremy at the same time. If he was still able to dodge one, then the second one ... The dagger almost to the very hilt entered the other side of the Beast!

With a long half-groan-half-groan, the Wolf collapsed to the ground, and the Hunter, who had thrust his dagg