Surrounded

"You know. I hate your kind," Bob spoke without difficulty.

Although he had to carry a burden, namely the scholarly woman, and he got his heart pierced by a werewolf's claws, he couldn't feel much pain, even having the leeway to trash talk.

"One of your people killed the person who was most precious to me, and I hate that."

He slowly moved the woman behind him and continued his monologue. The werewolf got distracted by Bob's words and was cautious about what Bob was going to do.

"But although I know that that isn't reason enough to hate every one of you."

Grab~

Similar to the first werewolf Bob killed in his rage, he grabbed the arm that pierced his body and held it fiercely.

"Still. Just know that this is just how life is. A monster harms a person, an adventurer comes to kill the monster and save the day."

Thud~

Bob dropped the woman behind himself and the now free hand to grab the werewolf's arm with both hands.