*BANG!!*
The entire place fell silent and the wolf landed on the ground with a thud. It's wounds bleeding as it stared at the place it slammed Dexter to.
Something arose from the ground there and two wings covered in sand opened to reveal Dexter panting as he felt pain from his wings being hit.
This was a first for him.
He clutched his spear and returned the wings. It seemed like he had no choice but to use everything he had. It was clear that the creature in front of him won't go down easily.
'This thing keeps standing up upon all the hits I've given it. Just how much can it endure.' Dexter thought and he gripped his spear.
"Grim."
With a word, a dark horse arose from his shadow before walking beside him. It then wrapped around him and he brought out the already weak wings and the shadow wrapped around it too, making it black and making all the pain fade away.
This was his special ability that he can do with Grim.