A Naughty Werewolf

Shalla tosses her head to the side as the sound of a stick breaking reaches her ear, the warrior quickly pulling her mighty sword from her back, "Show yourself!" she barks.

From the bushes came a towering beast. A werewolf! The creature stood upon two legs, towering over Shalla by a foot. Covering it's body was thick, brown fur, looking quite soft to the touch. It growls at her, its yes filled with hunger.

The knight tightens her grip, a small smirk crosses her lips. This monster was a lumbering animal, clearly no match for the well trained paladin! She slams her foot down, pushing her into a charge towards the wolf. The werewolf lowers itself before charging as well, the two fighters closing the distance. In a flash Shalla brings her blade upward in a slash, aiming to behead the wolf. But suddenly it ducks down, losing only a few hairs from the sword as it tackles her legs, sending her into a flip before landing hard on the ground. The wolf skids to a halt, spinning on its heel and rushing at her. Thinking quickly Shalla thrusts her leg out, giving the werewolf a kick to the jaw. Enraged the wolf grabs her leg in its mighty paw before its jaws slam shut on her foot! Shall yelps in surprise, but with sheer luck the razor sharp teeth only pierce the steel and leather of her boot. It growls and thrashes its head back and forth, rending the boot asunder. Shalla quickly swings her leg about, yanking her foot from her boot just as the werewolf's jaws squish the boot. Shall stands and faces the beast, smirking. Her blood was pumping. Now this was the life of a warrior!