Another Mysterious Attack

The werewolves collided, and the sound of howls filled the air; their claws and sharpened fangs clashed in a frenzied dance of death. Malik was not for once deterred by the cries of the wounded warriors, or by the pile of dead warriors he was stepping over. Ubuntu's hypnotic sounds, backed up by Malik’s sheer determination and skill, drove him forward as he sought to overcome his own loyal subjects.

The warriors charged at each other, and the battle was intense. The ones who had shifted to their wolf form used their claws and fangs to tear into the flesh of the warriors still in their human form, while the warriors in their human form countered with precise strikes from their Spears, swords, and arrows. The ground was stained red with blood as they battled it out, neither giving an inch of ground.

As the battle raged on, Malik began to gain the upper hand. His claws were sharper and his movements were faster, allowing him to dodge the other werewolves' attacks and strike back with dea