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Werewolf attacks, but Samora is skilled enough to defend herself, even with such improvised weapon. She stabs the creatures with a pitchfork straight into its chest. Werewolf roars from pain, blood sprays from three, deep wounds. Samora wastes no time and stabs again. More blood comes, bleeding werewolf turns back and tries to escape, but Samora throws the pitchfork like a spear. It hits werewolf’s back, moving deep and killing the creature.
Samora sheds the sweat from her forehead. She can hardly believe that she was able to kill that creature only with such improvised weapon. She feels weak and spent. Fight was dangerous that she thought. Suddenly something hits her head from behind. Darkness surrounds her.