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Desciclopédia-style rewrite: "The Werewolf's Dance of Death and Maker's Ninja Cosplay"

The knife slashes through the air as if it had been thrown by an evil surgeon during rush hour. Of course, you dodge it with the elegance of someone who was once a marathon runner and is now a werewolf trying to avoid a crazy blade thrust. A tuft of hair falls, floating to the ground as if you were the Hound of the Apocalypse himself helping out with the aesthetics. Mental note: I need to cut that hair more often.

While you worry about Bly – who, yes, is there, probably being an extra in the movie of your life – you remember that, hey, you also have an enemy to punch until he gives you the thumbs up.

And then comes the dilemma. The guy is camouflaged even in his DNA, looking like a soldier from Operation Winter War, and the strangest thing is that, as much as you want to take a look at your rival's face – something that could be a clue to his identity or his evil generic villain plan – all you see are night vision goggles and a snow suit that looks like it was made by ZARA for elite assassins.

You swear this guy is one of Maker's "stars". Maybe a version of Lapu, but with more agility and less... muscle twists. While you rub your claws and wonder if you'll be able to survive this round, your brain questions this creature's life choice: "How is this living being, my friend, still standing?"

Then comes the dramatic moment: "Speak, my friend! Who sent you? If you tell the truth, I won't kill you. Was it Maker? Then I'll surrender and we'll become friends."

The guy, without even thinking, does that "disappears in a ninja pirouette" trick while you stand there trying to count how many grains of snow there are in a storm.

But, like a low-budget soap opera, he comes back to the scene with the sharp blade, of course. And yes, he really tries to give you a "basic stab" in the chest, as if he were trying to hit a goal scorer. But, like a good protagonist, you almost manage to die and, in the middle of it, you still roll on the ground, showing what it means to be the Master of Survival, until you finally grab the guy's neck. He even thinks he's going to get away with it, but spoiler alert: he won't.

Finally, you squeeze his throat until he surrenders – or at least passes out. All this while the blood runs down your chest, with that action movie vibe, where everyone is immune to danger, except you, who always seems to be one thread away from losing your pants.

Conclusion: Another epic day in the life of a werewolf who fights like he's in a "Who Can Survive the Most Wounds and Not Lose His Style" competition.