You desperately try to resist a new enemy, the sight of which makes you realize that your chances are... insignificant.

Your stunned gaze sees a large (about three meters in height) wolf-like monster, which is covered with white fur. This werewolf is noticeably larger than the previous one. This vile monster has a wolf's face with fangs bared in furious rage (each of which is almost the length of a dagger). This wolf-like monster stands on its hind legs like a man standing on his feet. The hands of this monster are long. The paws of this monster are like muscular arms with sharp claws.

And this disgusting white-furred werewolf is looking straight into your eyes.

In a split second, a stream of thoughts flashes through your mind: “I’m tired... I’m wounded... A fight with satyrs, with wolves... A bloody fight with a black-haired werewolf... And now... This... I probably don’t have a chance...”

Scenes from your past appear before your mind's eye at lightning speed. Your childhood is an ordinary village child from a family of commoners. Your youth, dreams of the glorious destiny of a hero, hunting wolves, traveling through villages, hunting monsters, the life of a wandering mercenary.

All this has led you to your current conclusion - to this inn, where among the rubble, garbage, corpses and dirt, you can soon meet a painful ****.

Will it all end now? Are you doomed?

Indeed: it is likely that this fight will be the last event in your life.

The physical superiority of this monstrous creature over your weakened and wounded body is simply... colossal. Also: your favorite weapon (your combat bow) is now lying on the floor in the center of the room. The combat bow lies just next to the monster that is moving in your direction.

You are looking at a combat bow.

The monster notices your gaze.

To your surprise, the werewolf says in a growling powerful voice, the sound of which makes you feel trembling and horror: “Would you like to use this insignificant bow? Do you seriously think this will help you? It would even be funny! Ha! Ha! But... you have been interfering with plans for too long, the greatness of which your pathetic mind cannot comprehend! You are like a stinking dung fly that disturbs, irritates and buzzes! I think you understand what to do with such a fly! Ha! Ha! Now I will crush you!”

After these words, the werewolf makes a swift leap towards you.

Quick swings of the monster's large muscular arms...

The claws are aimed at your chest.

You strain all your abilities to evade the blows of the monster's sharp claws.

You step back...

However, the claw strikes are too fast.

The werewolf's claws graze your body.

You scream because of the sharp and excruciating pain.

However, your scale-mail coat partially softened the consequences of these blows.

If you weren't wearing a scale-mail coat, you would already be dead.

But now in several places in the chest area your scale-mail coat is pierced through by claws.

The long cut wounds on your chest are bleeding.

Your blood drips more and more onto the floor.

If you think about your situation, the conclusions will be... terrible.

So you don't waste time thinking. You jump towards the central part of the room, performing a somersault on your back on the wooden floor.

Your enemy didn't expect this.

Probably, new rapid blows of his claws would easily reach their target. But this did not happen due to the fact that the werewolf struck a little higher than required.

You managed to quickly somersault, bending as low as possible to avoid the enemy's blows.

Being in the central part of the room, you quickly bend down and pick up your combat bow from the wooden floor.

Your hands are clutching your weapon.

Your movements are as fast as possible. You operate at the limit of your capabilities, straining all your skills as a hunter.

Actions happen in a split second.

You take an arrow from your quiver.

Arrow on a bowstring.

Shot!

You aimed at the disgusting muzzle of this white-haired werewolf.

However, your enemy's reflexes turned out to be extremely fast...

He tilted his head to the side at the last moment.

The silvered arrowhead only scratched the skin on his chin.

The monster's evil roar sounds like the personification of the inevitable cruel doom: "Silver... You will pay dearly for this insolence, you worthless worm!"

You only have time to fire one more non-aimed shot.

The monster... catches an arrow while running!

His claws break the arrow's shaft and throw the fragments of the arrow to the side.

And then…

Powerful swing and upward strike.

The claws leave deep cuts in your flesh. Your scale-mail coat is already almost useless: there are too many holes in it that were caused by claw strikes.

The pain makes your vision slightly dark. You feel that your whole body is now very wounded: bruises, wounds on your chest, painful wounds on your right arm... Now you also feel your blood dripping from your forehead... Wounds on your forehead...

It hurts... It hurts a lot...

Your left shoulder hurts a lot... The claws of the werewolf pierced your flesh in this place...

The **** of the monster's blow was such that your body was thrown towards the things that had recently been used as barricades (a pile of furniture, junk and wooden boxes).

You fall near a wooden bench.

Your combat bow falls to the floor next to you.

The monster is about five meters away from you. A few seconds will pass and the white-haired werewolf will easily deal you a fatal blow.

You feel that every part of your body is engulfed in piercing excruciating pain. Now it’s difficult for you to even stand on your feet.

But…

You decide to take action despite the pain.

You need to come up with something.

Otherwise you will simply die.

Your gaze sees nearby an overturned wooden table, broken wooden boxes, a cabinet that has fallen to the floor and something else...