Chapter 69 - Werewolf

Joan was sniffing the air with great interest. Thinking that the enemies have great numbers to played with. Looking at the far houses by the distance, he can sense their presence.

Some were huddled together, banded with their other kindred. As Joan was on his Werewolf form, he can't help his instincts to well up.

Without further ado, he jumped from the walls towards the ground. Smashing the dirt as he descended with a heavy body. His weight multiplied as he was in this form, making the ground reverberate as he landed on the top.

Just up ahead were houses that were not far from each other. A residence of houses hobbled together as he watched it from afar. Making it a wonderful place to jump on one after the other..

Joan growled as he jumped at the top and dashed on the roofs. Making him running on the top of the houses. Dashing as air flowed on his hairs. Sniffing again the air then concluded that the monsters were not just far but numerous.

Excitement was what he felt as he growled, saliva welling up from his mouth.

"I am coming, dear children! Let me play with you for a bit." Joan said while growling.

Just not far from him were a plaza in the center of the village. Torches were seen burning from afar as Joan looked into with his golden eyes. Smirking on the realization of having to play with them.

Dashing in the roofs, he jumped in the air and saw from above that the Hobgoblins were surrounding the villagers. Kids were crying and mothers were weeping as they carried their child. Some goblins were poking on the other villagers using their clubs and weapons. Making the villagers shriek at their teasing.

Joan observed from the top of the houses and estimated their rough numbers. Counting from the plaza were all ten Hobgoblins and twenty small goblins. Making their numbers being thirty.

After making a rough estimate, he saw a child not far from where he was standing was fighting a goblin. Making him impressed by his actions.

Making his mother and sister go away and he stood there to just buy time.

"Hehehe, A peculiar fellow. Let's see if he can survive." Joan growled in a low voice.

The child seemed to swing his knife then he was evaded by the goblin. Making him a vulnerable fellow as he stumbled on the ground. Enemy on his back.

"Geez, I expected too much. Let's go save him," Joan said then landed on the ground. Not far from the plaza.

He dashed and approached the goblin. The goblin, on the contrary, was preparing to stab him. Lifting his hands high while the dagger prepared to stab him.

Just as the goblin's dagger was starting to accelerate, heading towards the kid's back, Joan grabbed its hands and crumpled it like a tin can.

Making the goblin shriek out loud and alerted the others. Joan can only smile at its pitiful life.

"Soft as always! Hehehe," Joan growled.

The kid on the contrary stared at him and saw a monster, not a hero. A wolfman was talking and so he screamed in great fear. Wetting himself on the process.

Joan can only smirk in the process, hearing his shout while his pants were sprinkled with his juice.

"Hahaha! Are you afraid? I can sense fear from you. We can be friends, right? Boo!" Joan shouted at him.

Immediately, the boy scurried and hastily dashed towards his home. Running away while screaming helplessly.

Joan laughed in great glee, making him look at his back where he was surrounded by Hobgoblins. Carrying large clubs made of wood and others were using morning star and metal two-handed hammers.

"Oh? So you really want to play? Let's play!" Joan said while brandishing his long claws. Able to make a spark by just flicking his claws as hard as a metal.

Rarrrr!!! Ruarar!!! Roar!!!

They screamed with all their lungs. Intimidating him with their greatest but was not able to take effect in the slightest.

"Hehehe!" Joan can only laugh in their remarks.

Dashing towards them with all in his fours. Other Hobgoblins ran towards him. Swaying their weapons as they dashed. Small goblins were all in high spirits as they saw their leaders attack a lone enemy. Joining in the fight and all attacked synchronously. Others pairs were dashing like a swerving snake coming towards him. Making Joan filled with thrill and excitement.

Running towards him with shrieks and laughs. Joan on the contrary was annoyed and mixed with excitement like he wanted to pop their skulls out with just his squeeze.

The goblins attacked and so Joan prepared to unleash his [Fury].

[Fury]–slashing several times with claws as fast as he could. He has five slashes on his limit yet.

Slashing five enemies, he splattered their blood on the process. Able to pierced through their hides and leather armors. Still, they attacked in great synchronisation. Five slashes were made but goblins were able to hit Joan. Two hits on his back and Joan groaned.

Still, Joan continued his onslaught. He evaded some strikes and blocked some clubs and hammers with his hands. Other goblins were grabbed in the neck and was slammed to the other goblins.

Snapping their necks on the process then threw them to the other Hobgoblins.

Hobgoblins then attacked with their numbers. Swinging their weapons but Joan dashed backwards, making their swings fully evaded.

Joan then dashed to one of them and bit off its neck. Making the others to perplexed by what they saw. While he spits its flesh off, he growled at the remaining enemies.

Dashing towards the others but the Hobs were covering each other's weakness.

Making Joan have a hard time.

Just as they all were wary of his attacks, Joan dashed in the darkness and surprise attacked them in their flanks.

Other goblins were attacked first and they all were eliminated one by one. Dashing left and right, Joan was able to attack their blind spots. Making his attacks on them very effective.

All goblins were one slash away and it made the Hobs remain. Just as he was running left and right, he consumed a great amount of stamina. Making him pant a bit.

The Hobs looked at Joan as being weakened, they attacked full force at him. Three Hobs were what remained and then they swung their weapons at him. He was attacked so he grabbed the hammer of one of the attackers. One was swiped sideways by his other arm and it was flung afar from him. One was thrown with the hammer of the Hobgoblin in the face, making its skull produce a cracking sound.

A lone Hobgoblin was left and weaponless. Slashing it left and right with his skill [Fury] and was bitten in the face.

He killed them all without further ado and then he heard that guards were approaching his direction. Torches were seen to light the dark and were carried by them.

Not wanting to be labelled as one of the enemies, he dashed away from them. He then heard their chatters become nearer and nearer so he hides away from them.

Sniffing again in the air, he went to assault other goblins in the area. Dashing towards their direction for another hunt.