CHAPTER XXXI

Gretchen swings her blades stylishly like the center of attraction in a choreographic display.

She moves as fast and gentle as the wind and her blades create sounds as they cut through the air, missing her target, Gabriel’s head.

Gabriel dodges her attacks; he is at a disadvantage as he finds little space to return an attack of his own.

His glowing blue eyes move left to right, creating little traces of light in this dark building, their fight looks like a dance similar to the Chinese martial arts dance, one dodging and the other attacking.

The werewolf charge toward Marcel who dodges his attacks and lands a blow to its midsection and Warren tosses a brick at it, hitting his mark on its head.

The werewolf is enraged but Marcel shows no fear.

Before his betrayal he had been in so many fights alongside Count Dracula, a measly dog like the one before him is nothing compared to the horrors he has seen in his lifetime.

The werewolf jumps over Marcel and lunges at Warren, the detect