My Werewolf System-Chapter 1223: There All Werewolves
It had happened once again. There was something Edvard could sense that the other two couldn't.
They didn't see anyone following them on the way in. There was no sign of an attempt of a break in.
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Yet, with Edvard saying those words they knew that there was trouble afoot.
Both of them quickly swung their guitar cases and pulled out their weapons, while Edvard walked carefully up to the pull down metal sheet door.
He was pacing himself carefully, until a hand reached out breaking right through the metal.
Edvard had moved his head quickly allowing for the other two to see the clawed furred hand reaching out with its sharp nails.
Immediately, Edvard grabbed onto the hand, and then he pulled hard, as he did the body of the attacker had crashed into the metal heavily indenting it.
Right after, Edvard slammed his foot on the ground, and the crate of weapons nearby which they hadn't taken weapons from, somewhat had exploded.
Equipment was flying through the air. Lifting his hand, Edvard had caught onto a sword and swung it down slicing the arm cleanly off.
Donald was smiling in disbelief, he didn't know what it was but every time he saw Edvard fight, it was as if he was watching something out of a movie.
How could weapons just fly up in the air, and he happened to get what he needed.
It wasn't like Edvard could predict these things but he was always able to just go with the flow with them.
After slicing the arm right off, Edvard used the sword and stabbed right through the metal sheet.
When he pulled the sword out, it was covered in blood and movement had somewhat stopped.
"Be careful, that was just the start," Edvard claimed as he lifted his foot, and dragged the metal sheet upward.
He had done so with such force breaking the top part of it as the metal crashed into each other.
The body that had been leaning up against the metal sheet fell to the floor, but none of that was as shocking as the last thing.
The amount of people that were staring and looking their way.
There were around six workers in the blue shirts. Some men in singlet shirts that were helping their friends move and seemingly customers all of them staring their way.
"So what are the chances that all of them are Altered?" Donald asked.
"If that is the case," Ozacas replied pulling out his sword and holding it with both of his hands like he was in a kendo match. "Then we might have to assume that everyone in this facility is working for Lupus."
As the three of them stepped out, one of the members of staff had jumped from on top of the storage unit and began to transform.
Ozacas' sword started to light up sparking as he twisted the bottom of the sword.
He then swung it, cutting cleanly at the belly of the Werewolf. It couldn't move its muscles as it was hit by the strong attack.
Right after, when it fell to the ground, Donald had a large mace which he lifted with both hands and slammed it right on top of the Werewolf, killing it in a single blow.
"Well, fighting is a lot easier with our natural weapons in our hands now right?" Donald said. "I think with the three of us, we should be able to get through this."
The weapons they were using, since they were five-star hunters, were extremely powerful beast weapons.
Which empowered the user to give them close to supernatural abilities and it allowed them to be on par with the Werewolves.
And thankfully both Donald and Ozacas had plenty of experience taking on Altered, so they often had even better skill than their opponents.
"Stay close, don't stray too far away!" Edvard said.
The entire crew staff and all of those that had been waiting on the sideline started to transform, and immediately aimed their way toward the group.
Edvard quickly rushed forward, hitting the first one in the stomach.
He then went back and hit another across the face before they could reach Donald.
Right after, he pulled one by the arm, and swung them around to stop others from getting close.
All of the actions from Edvard, were allowing the other two, to just deal with Werewolves one on one.
The fighting was constant between the three, as more workers started to come, as well as other customers.
It was quite clear that Ozacas' guess was right, the whole facility was controlled by Lupus.
'This is strange!' Donald thought as he swung his large mace and hit a Werewolf back in the air.
As soon as the Werewolf landed on the floor it sprinted forward.
Unlike regular Altered they dealt with, the main issue with Werewolves was how resilient they were, they would have to get hit quite a few times.
'Edvard said he could tell who was an Altered without even using a mask, so he must have known from the beginning right?' Donald thought.
Then he started to think back to their conversation, the person with the marking, it was Ozacas. He knew this based on the information spoken earlier.
On top of that, with Cooper and the other group getting attacked, it was only after Ozacas had arrived.
The main goal of the marking would be for them to follow and lead them back to the rest of the group.
The Altered Hunters knew this as they often did something similar.
'All of this was on purpose, he wanted to get rid of the ones following them right?'
Edvard slammed one of the Werewolves head to the floor into the concrete ground.
His hands and part of his clothing were covered in blood.
"It looks like we're going to have to get changed a bit, but it should be easier to move around, and find your son now," Edvard claimed. "As for the ones that might know where your son is, my guess is one of the Ironfang leaders."
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