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Starvos was alarmed as he saw the man had disappeared. While this girl looked oddly dangerous, the man had a more menacing vibe that one should avoid. He glared at Iris again only to feel the girl, Betty running after him. Her heels made no sound as she sprinted and by the time Starvos found her again, she was right beside his face.

Her scythe went across Starvos arm, wanting to severe it and rendering him useless without the two working limbs. How happy was she to find the man hadn’t dodge her attack and had instead let his arm to guard his neck but she frowned as her scythe didn’t taste the blood of the werewolf. She looked again to find how his arm had become bigger and stronger, causing the blade to stop right at his skin, only drawing a slight trace of blood.

“Tch werewolf,” she clicked her tongue and without hesitating she continued her swift attack, moving her left and right scythe before throwing it over to his neck. Starvos didn’t attack and had rather dodged the attack. He