Fenrir's Wrath

The pirates scurried to obey their captain's orders, frantically swiveling the cannons towards the beast who was slaughtering them like pigs. Unfortunately, the weight of the artillery was cumbersome and it took them precious moments to set it up.

As Fenrir continued his savage attack on the other pirates, a thick cloud of gunpowder smoke began to fill the air. The acrid smell of sulfur mingled with the salty ocean breeze, adding to the sense of danger and impending doom.

With a wicked gleam in his eye, the pirate captain bellowed his command.

"Boooooooom"

The resulting explosion was deafening as the metal ball hurtled through the air.

But Fenrir was already steps ahead of them. He had heard the cannon's click before it fired, and with a graceful leap, he propelled himself high into the air, his powerful legs coiled like springs.