With that one devastating blow, a torrent of wind blew through the clearing, roaring at the power that had just been unleashed and silencing the high-speed battle in an instant.
Thorrin's body was now embedded into a human-shaped dent in the side of an armoured truck, at least half a foot deep.
The red-eyed wolf groaned in pain, then coughed up a small amount of blood, "Not bad for a female werewolf."
"You doubt females?" Katie asked, walking to the man's sorry form.
"Studies show that females have difficulty keeping up with males even among werewolves. Of course, there are always exceptions like a certain Rogue Killer," the man chuckled, extricating himself from the man-shaped enclave of metal before collapsing to the ground.
Knives stuck out of his stomach and arms, each cut dripping with purple blood. His fingers were cut in several places from the blade of the Thunderclap. The frightening part of all this was that he seemed to be healing even after taking all that damage.
