My steps were firm as I approached the large wooden gates that surrounded this Werewolf town. I didn't hide, nor did I conceal my presence. There was no reason to. The weak would flee, the foolish would try to fight, and the rest… would soon learn who I really was.
As soon as the two guards saw me approaching, their reactions were swift. One of them immediately raised a large wooden spear tipped with black metal. The other let out a loud howl, calling for reinforcements from within the town. Their ears stood upright, their eyes glowing with alertness.
But it was all in vain.
With a single flick of my hand, a black chain whirred out from beneath the sleeve of my gown. Its serrated tip shot forward like a venomous snake, impaling them both mercilessly. They were lifted into the air briefly before crashing lifelessly to the ground.
