Group Battle with a Chicken.

"Hey. If we all die. It's your fault!" Minion said as he went behind E for cover.

"Don't blame me. I didn't know that werewolves have control over wolves." E replied with an aghast expression.

The werewolves rushed with their sharp claws from all around. From the initial count of 5, there were only 4 werewolves left with 2 at the front and 2 at the back. The last one got sent to oblivion by Blight with a 'Charge Shot'

"Grrrr!"

The party was looking more at the werewolves on the front as they're the ones that rushed first. The ones from behind moved right after, and Bob moved to the back to hold them off.

With their back secured, Enma moved to the front and stood proud. Deep inside, he wanted to log-off and go to sleep but he had to rise from his cowardice.

'I can do this.'

He was determined. His face hardened upon seeing the ever so sharp claws getting closer and closer, his determination falters.

'I can do this!'

He continued his steeled will. Enma stood his ground and gripped his sword tighter. His chocolate starfish also tightened.

'YEA! LET'S DO THIS!'

Enma was now fully resolved into fighting two werewolves that had similar levels to him. And as the werewolves reached him, with their snarky faces right up in his face. Seeing them up close changed Enma's perspective.

'I can't do this!'

Enma tried to chicken out, he was scared of the werewolves. But it was too late to back out now, a werewolf was already under his nose, literally.

"Kul Kul Kul."

Slash~

The werewolf in front of Enma slashed him from below with its claws. Enma was not paying attention at that time so the strike was a clean uppercut hit.

*You have suffered 150 damage.

*Your HP is now under 80%. Your class passive 'Berserker' activates.

*Current bonus: 10% increase in physical damage.

'Shet! I wanna log out!'

It was not a healthy amount of damage to take if he wanted to be the frontline for this battle. Losing more than 20% of his HP in one hit meant that he could die in 4 more hits or less.

"Hup!"

Enma swung his blade in retaliation as the enemy was still recovering its stance. But the strike was useless as the strike itself was weak and slow.

*You dealt damage. At least.

The swing served as a precautionary strike, to wave the enemy away. And it worked! The werewolf flinched and moved back a bit.

Using this chance, Enma jumped back from his place and checked on his leather armor. The first hit already shredded his armor, it was a good thing this was a game.

Slash~

Enma's left arm was swiped by the other charging werewolf's claws. It did not cut deep and Enma was not alarmed because the damage was smaller this time.

*You suffered 60 damage.

'Good. It looks like that was just a critical hit.'

He thought and as he was thinking, an arrow just whizzed through right by his shoulder and it landed squarely on the attacking werewolf's face.

"Tch. I was aiming for its eye!" Blight commented.

The werewolf staggered due to the arrow and Minion did not let this overextension go unpunished.

"Malicious Grip! Rot and die you piece of shit!"

The werewolf's feet were tied down. Held down by hands that suddenly emerged from the ground. The hands were slimy and they were disgustingly pale. It was as if the hands were from a Floridian.

"Melting Armor! Die quickly!"

Minion chained his spells. He did what he does best, and that is cursing until he cries his heart out. Now that his curses were in place, Enma could now deliver some decent hits.

Whizz~

Another arrow was shot by Blight. This time, it hit the restrained werewolf in its eye. The werewolf cried out in agony as it held its head with its paws.

"Summon Killer Tarsiers!"

E finally regained his composure and casted a summoning spell. He summoned small monkeys that carried knives, these monkeys latched themselves onto the werewolf and began stabbing in earnest.

"Hup!"

Enma heaved his sword up high. The enemy was preoccupied with the arrow lodged in its eye so he tried to deal the most damage in one strike. However-

Clang~

As Enma swung his blade, the other werewolf moved in to confront his attack with its claws. It might be reasonable to think that the attack was deflected but that is not the case.

"Argggg."

The claws were broken and the paw was mangled. The werewolves' momentum was cut short and Enma used this opportunity to strike once again, but this time from the side.

"Drop dead!"

'Please. Just die.'

Enma slashed the attacking werewolf. He finally was able to get revenge from the uppercut he received from earlier. The cut was deep and clean but it was not enough damage to kill the werewolf, so the werewolf was able to move back.

'Eek. How could it move with that big wound?!'

Whizz~

Another arrow was launched by Blight and it became a final nail in the coffin. The werewolf staggered and fell to its knees. The courageous Enma rushed towards it to give it one final slash.

Thump~

Enma fucked up. He panicked and used the flat side of his blade to strike. Although it dealt substantial damage to the enemy, it was not enough to kill it.

Whizz~

Blight continued doing his job. He was doing great at that aspect and kept on shooting his arrows that were just basic attacks.

*It's super effective!

*You have slain a Lv 18 Not-So-Apprentice Werewolf.

*You have gained 135 experience.

"Awooooo!" The other werewolf whimpered.

"It's dead! Focus fire on the other one!"

Blight said another sentence. Everyone heard his scream and acted accordingly.

Enma rushed back to the werewolf with the 2 arrows lodged into its face to strike. E continued giving commands to the little knife-carrying monkeys. Minion continued cursing even though he ran out of mana.

"Hahaha! Die asshole!"

It was a different type of cursing.

However, the werewolf was now wary of their attacks. It jumped to the side and evaded Enma's attack. With the arrows still on its face, it did not move aggressively at all.

"Grrrrrr"

It snarled. It was telling everyone to back off. It removed the arrow from its eye like a barbaric being and whimpered. The wound closed itself but the vision aspect of it was not yet recovered.

"kekekekekek"

The little monkeys that were latched onto its body continued their stabby stabs. The damage was minimal but it stacked from the long duration of free hits.

"Grrrrrr."

The werewolf tried to shake the monkeys off but they were gripping into his flesh with the wounds they caused. With no other choice, the werewolf smacked the tarsiers one by one.

"Damn. Killer Tarsiers are useless in proper battles."

E complained, but he was happy with the skill. The little monkeys may have died in one hit, but E was pretty sure that they caused a lot of damage.

"How did he dispel the 'Malicious Pit' I casted?"

Minion asked. He was confident that his skill would last at least 10 seconds to enemies of the same level, it was useless for Boss Battles though.

"I'm guessing the howl from earlier caused that. His speed also increased by a bit."

Enma explained. He prepared his stance once more and rushed forward to meet the enemy upfront. With his blade just in front of him, he dashed forward only to suddenly stop.

Swipe~

The werewolf retaliated despite being hurt. Even a scared mouse would fight a cat when it was cornered. With Enma's attack out of the way, the werewolf continued its retreat.

The party was now confident that they could deal with the lone werewolf. And it led them into thinking, 'Gee, I wonder what would have happened if our back wasn't secured.'

And that thought led them to check on their new teammate. E looked at the party roster and he saw something surprising.

"Holy! Bob's dying!" E screamed at everyone.

They were not necessarily afraid of Bob dying, they were more scared of the fact that they could get ambushed by two more werewolves from behind should Bob died earlier.

"Help him!"

Everyone except Blight turned to take a look at Bob's situation.

Whizz~

Blight continued shooting arrows left and right to kill the wounded enemy. He was determined to not let this one escape.

"Wow!"

Everyone was amazed upon seeing the fact that Bob was standing his ground with 2 werewolves attacking him. It was a tense battle to watch as everyone knew that Bob was on his last bit of HP.

However—

Bob's thoughts were different. He was looking at a prompt that was unfamiliar to him.

*Your contracted monster 'Lavanuk' has gained a level.

*Lavanuk is trying to learn the move 'Kindle'. However, it already knows four moves. Please choose a move to forget.

*The system has recognized that this may be a cause for a legal dispute.

*Lavanuk has learned the move 'Kindle'.