Saved by the bell. Or rather the moon.

You look at the terrifying sight of the swordsman's silver greatsword, feeling your feet wanting to increase the distance between you and it fast. And you listen to them, running for the cave exit. You glance back briefly to see that the swordsman is following you, which on one hand is good since that means he's not attacking the wolves, but on the other hand... Well, he's following you.

You do seem to be running slightly faster than him, and you reach the cave exit before he can run his sword through your back. Upon emerging in the forest, you see that the sky is dark. Not night-dark, but evening-dark. Good. You only need to survive for a little longer, and then your werewolf form will save you. Maybe. You still don't know how strong your enemy is. From the sounds of it and from his equipment he must have fought werewolves before, so there's no telling if you'll be getting an edge over him or just make yourself more predictable.

Nevertheless, you keep running. You run forward, to the right, to the left, trying to shake off the swordsman, but you still hear his fast footsteps behind you as he runs after you. You risk another glance behind you to see that he has sheathed his greatsword, carrying it on his back, and now that he's not holding it anymore he's running faster. Slightly faster than you are.

But then you feel it. The beast within is waking up from another day of rest. And it's pretty cranky about this whole situation.

You encourage it, and it gladly obliges, breaking free and causing your body to turn. You run faster, and then you lower yourself to run on all fours, and then you stop running and stand up, turning to face the swordsman who stops running, taking a second to scan his target.

"Hm," he says, sounding disappointed. "I was hoping for a stronger than average one... Here's hoping you at least got some special loot..."

Then he draws his sword and runs at you, thrusting his sword forward. You dodge, but the sword got way too close. You could almost feel it brushing against the fur of your stomach. The swordsman wastes no time, swinging the sword against you and this time it cuts into your side slightly. It's really just a scratch and should be easily shrugged off, but the silver nature of the sword doubles, almost triples the damage to instead equal that of a much deeper cut with a normal weapon. You hate silver weapons so much...

You attempt to attack the swordsman with your claws, but he blocks your attack with his sword and deals a bit of damage in the process as your wrists are cut on the sword's edge.

Okay... This guy is clearly more experienced than the other one. He's also faster than the heroes you've fought for the last few days. His armor must be a lot lighter than it looks, or he has some special ability to reduce armor weight... Whatever the case, he's certainly too fast for you.

*Ding*

Wait, where did that come from? Oh right, the other hero... The wolves must have killed him by now. You hope that he didn't kill any of your wolves... But currently you got more pressing matters. Like the silver sword coming straight for your neck.

You narrowly dodge the swordsman's attack, happy you at least managed to suffer no damage this time. Your regeneration ability is hard at work on your wounds, but "hard at work" is a very light term considering how weak it is. You're simply not regenerating fast enough. You're not going to outlast your foe at this rate; you need to do something and fast.