Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

"I have to admit… you are really brave," the biggest werewolf sneered while descending in leisure steps from the sky, "You see us and not think even of running away. Amazing, right lil bro?"

"This isn't bravery," the smaller one shook his head before adding, "it's foolishness."

"Hahaha, as if he tried to run he could outrun us, hahaha."

"Indeed big bro, you are always right."

"Humph."

This sudden sneer didn't come from Arthur but from a giant shadow that suddenly appeared in front of him. Doaf glanced with a mocking smile over his face while sneering:

"Werewolf assassin clan, indeed famous for your foul mouths and low deeds."

"How come…" the smallest werewolf had a sudden change in his face.

"You should… weren't all the rings taken away from him? What did these losers fuck up at?!!" the biggest werewolf didn't hesitate to turn around as he hurried to say: "Run."

"Run to… where exactly?"

This calm question came from another giant shadow of a female mage holding a long spear in hand and wearing a silver helmet. "I just had the chance to get out and stretch my body and you want to leave the party early? C'mon, there are pretty girls here."

The look over the two brothers' faces changed and the next thing they glanced at was the direction of their so close by reinforcements.

"Don't bother with them," a gigantic black crow with half of his body's feathers ending up in gold color, "our boys are just giving a warm welcome to yours."

"Damn it," the bigger werewolf cursed, "those in the academy screwed us over."

"What the hell did they do back there?" the lil bro screamed before taking out two sharp claws and wore them as gloves like the elder bro did, "we have to fight our way out from here big bro."

"It will be ugly," the bigger werewolf muttered.

"I can only agree with you in that," Doaf smirked before the next thing happened was a brutal war that erupted between the five giants here.

The first hit came from the spear girl where she stabbed the spear with incredible speed in the big werewolf shoulder. The werewolf moved barely in time to evade a lethal hit but he was wounded non the less.

And the girl then turned around and gave him a strong kick that smashed his body high in the clouds.

"Going up?" Doaf laughed as he appeared the next moment just above the big werewolf and slammed with his sword towards his skull.

"Big bro," the smaller werewolf tried to move to assist, yet he was stopped by the gigantic crow who breathed fire towards him.

The fire engulfed the entire body of the werewolf but in front of Arthur's eyes he moved out of it unscathed like it was nothing.

"Oh," the crow muttered, "you are slightly better than I expected."

The crow didn't hesitate to fire another fireball and this time the color was silver white. The werewolf didn't try to be courageous and take this hit head on as he tried to evade but Arthur watched how the crow controlled the fireball to change its path and head directly towards the werewolf and hit him.

"Howl!"

The werewolf howled and the bigger brother of him howled back. Both were now experiencing deep pain and much agony while Arthur watched how brute force could decide this encounter with simple exchanges.

"Amazing," he muttered as this slight fight was such an eye opener for him, "Don't kill the two, leave one alive," he suddenly shouted and Doaf only nodded as he refrained from killing the big bro using his sword.

"This one is known for his cowardice," the girl nodded in agreement, "he will be the one to live. Kill the other one," she turned her spear and threw it fast towards the other werewolf.

The spear changed in front of Arthur's eyes to take the shadow of a cauldron before it penetrated the body of the lil werewolf and suddenly stopped there motionless.

"C'mon Amera, I want to play a little with him," the crow complained while the spear started to eat away the body of the werewolf from inside out, burning his flesh and turning it into ash in no time.

"Their henchmen are still there, feel free to play with them," she chuckled while going at a small pace towards her spear.

"They are weak, can't even stand a single fire of me even if I used my weakest one."

Arthur had to shake off his head helplessly while watching those three giants treating what was a life and death situation like it was a play for them.

"I still have long road ahead of me," he muttered while Amera took her spear from the what remained in the smaller werewolf corpse before turning to him and said:

"We are obliged to assist if there is such an attack on you, but don't count too much on us."

"I know," he nodded as he realized she was trying to give him advice here, "I will try to reach your levels fast."

"Speed isn't the issue," the crow changed into a bare chested giant middle aged man, "your affinity and ability to reach there is what matters."

"Don't worry about that young master," Doaf came while dragging the big werewolf from his neck, "my grandmaster is someone known for his piercing gazed and superb assessment. As long as he chose you then you have it in you."

"Thanks," Arthur nodded in content before turning his gaze towards the petrified werewolf, "Tell me everything you know or else you'll die."

"I'm going to die either way," the werewolf laughed bitterly before coughing out blood.

"Well, consider yourself lucky to die in a merciful way then if you spoke the truth," Doaf threatened while Amera took her spear and pointed it towards the werewolf's neck.

"I can let you live," Arthur suddenly said before adding when everyone glanced at him like he was crazy, "considered that you will become my slave."