They let the second wolf be whacked with a simple stick once more while he was reclined. They grinned, as though they were enjoying seeing how she defeated one of the wolves. Instead of assaulting Gura this time, the wolf circled her before preparing to rush at her with it's claws. She made no movement at all.
Outside, she's as tranquil as water, but on the inside, a seething wave of excitement devours her. She wishes to taste it. That is all over her head.
The wolf pounced again after numerous circlings, but this time with more tremendous leg force. He prepared his sharp claws to claw Gura's back and then aim for her neck for a kill. But the wolf was taken aback when Gura moved and confronted his attack head-on, as if she had anticipated it.
She flicked her wrist and flung the stick, striking the wolf's nose and causing the creature to lose its equilibrium. This allows Gura to jump into the wolf's body, retrieve her dagger, which she has hidden, and aim at the wolf's neck. Gura ignored the wolf's yelping and crying. She continues to poke the wolf, despite the fact that it has already died. The present wolves can only watch their friend perish horribly; no one helps.
She stabbed the wolf a dozen times to ensure it was already dead. Gura rose up and laid prone again in a defensive stance, instructing the other puppies to 'kill me if you can'.
The other wolves notice her will to live and her acceptance of her current situation. They snarled and growled at each other. They're ready to launch their attack when they hear another growl in the distance.
Their pack leader has arrived. The wolves step back to let their leader approach Gura. "Huh?! What's this? Another dog?" She mocked the clan leader. The pack leader postures itself and yells in response to its hubris.
A burst of electricity engulfed it, changing its fur purple with black paint. The leader grew to the size of an eight-centimeter wolf. Its teeth became bigger and more deadly.
The clan leader was so fearsome that even the other wolves admired him. "So, it seems you were done transforming into a huge bad wolf, erh?" Gura's flippant comment: She's not afraid; in her opinion, the greater the target, the better to have fun with it. Only one sprint and a claw will do her in. This game causes Gura's heart to beat faster.
She dropped her lower body, spread her knees, placed the knife alongside her beautiful arm, and pointed the end of the stick in her good hand at the ground. This indicates that she is ready to attack at any time.
After a split second, the transformed pack leader raced at Gura at breakneck speed. The wolf lifted its front arm claw and slashed Gura viciously.
A smaller and weaker Gura cannot pick up or accept an impossible wolf assault. As a result, she rolled forward. She whacked the wolf's arm with the stick and utilized the recoil to go outside the beast's range. The stick she was using got smashed by that enormous strike, and Gura's frame rolled outside its field of attack, leaving her covered in mud and bruises.
She recovered quickly. Her cane was destroyed, and she was left with just a knife. Regardless, Gura's eyes were filled with zeal and combat spirit. "My turn," Gura darted forward, unplanned. She tried to stab the wolf, but the leader slapped her off. Gura was soon defeated, and the wolf leader was pleased.
Gura's face bleeds, and she has little vitality left in her small body. She is going to die. Furthermore, she fought to get back up, but the wolf placed its paw on Gura's head, ready to crush her at any minute.
She was struggling. She reached inside her purse and took two vials. She had planned to toss it to the wolves at first but changed her mind. Screw, her instructor, left her these two small bottles. She has no idea why or what the purpose of these two little bottles were. He simply left it on the table, and Gura picked it up out of curiosity at the moment.
A red liquid and a blue liquid.
While she was thinking about it, she remembered something her teacher had stated regarding these vials. If she is in danger, simply open the bottle and consume both liquids inside before dying.
The end.
"If I die, I will die with honor," Gura said, squinting her eyes and forcing her hand to open both bottles. She successfully opened the red one and instantly swallowed it. She then stretched her lips out further and placed the entire little bottle of blue liquid on her cheek, colliding it with her cavities. She bleeds profusely, but she doesn't seem to mind. Her blood was contaminated by the blue and crimson substances.
This agony just lasted a few seconds, and the wolf used some force to break her skull. The wolf lifted his paw and examined Gura's head, which he crushed to the ground and filled with blood, blue, and red fluids.
The wolves boss backs up and goes away, but he comes to a halt when he senses something unusual. He kept looking at Gura's body and saw that she moved a bit.
Danger!!!
That's what the pack leader senses, so he immediately rushes again and slashes Gura's frame in half. Seconds before being hit by the claws, Gura's body jerked and instantly moved beside the wolf's back. She gripped the wolf's ear and said, "Who is the prey?" A creepy sound acts out with the chuckle of a possessed child. A horrible smell from its mouth got leaked and smelled by the wolf, causing its nose to be useless for a while.
The wolf attempted to flee, but Gura used its arms to hold its neck, but she isn't big enough, so she grabs its fur. Because the wolf was unable to remove Gura, he smashed Gura's body into a nearby tree.
The wolf jumped away from her after extracting her. Before glancing at the wolf, she coughed up a lot of blood. Her entire body ached, and every fiber and nerve in her body was destroyed and repaired repeatedly.
She looked at the wolf as if it were prey. "Is this what you've got?" Gura spoke, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the wolves pack leader. She gets up, exhales, and inhales a lot of black smoke. "This feels nice," she said with a smile. "I am feeling more alive right now."
"Are you ready, Wolfy?" she said, her visage menacing and covered in blood. She never let her attention wander to the wolf leader while her gaze was fixed somewhere in the distance. A flood of delight washed over her as she put her bloodied palms on her face!
"You're all mine, ugh~ hahahaha."