Juna came off the branch before the wolf had finished working out where they were, a golden streak that crossed the open ground and went in under the near foreleg.
Her claws opened four lines along its ribs, so gray fur came away into the black blood.
"First hit," she said, sliding clear of the leg with her tail swinging the turn for her.
"Show-off," Hajin muttered, dropping after her with the short sword held in both hands.
[ CringeSlayer91: ] that was quick, i still say this is scripted
His blade found the neck, then stopped inside an inch of muscle that behaved more like packed clay than anything that had ever drawn breath.
One roll of the shoulders put him into a tree, so both of his arms were ringing when he came down the trunk.
'That did nothing worth counting,' he thought, watching the shallow cut close itself over, 'so this animal sits well above the demonic boar.'
[ ShadowMage44: ] the sword is not getting through, he needs joints or eyes
