[Lease, how many?] I question, needing an update.
[Forty-five alive, forty dead.] We are just over two hours into the battle with almost half of the enemy dead, but I thought we would have killed more by now. Anger boils inside me, and I use this to help fuel my fight.
I race towards the nearest Soulless and quickly tackle the she-wolf, her body sturdier than expected as we tumble to the ground. My claws rake against her side, black blood now coating my flame-like fur. She tries her best to throw me off of her, her crazed mind making her movements jerky and unstable. My teeth quickly sink into her throat, ripping it wide open and ending her life. Her companion tries to tackle me, but I move quickly, dodging to the left before rounding on this new enemy and knocking him to the groun
