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RE Me and Grinning - Werewolves aren't all the same Avalen.. Get that last Dire down.. Suggested a tall, gruffy old man, as he pulled another filled bucket of water from the well, looking towards the young Hunter. Avalen nodded, pulling another silver arrow from the corpse of another Dire Wolf. Hunters didn't actually know, that Dire Wolves weren't like other Werewolves. They just knew they where huge, and a lot more aggressive. Avalen was already panting, having had quite a fight, taking down. Upon his face, he wore a filtration mask, making sure his lunges stayed clear of smoke. Removing the mask, he shouted for the old man, throwing the mask, pointing at a few of the houses. Get those people out of the houses.. I'll continue to clean out the last Dires with Haulong. He shouted at the older man, as he placed the arrow on his crossbow, running towards the edge of the village. He pulled his cloth mask in front of his lips, to keep most of the smoke out. He panted as he reloaded his shotgun, looking around for more Werewolves, hearing Haulong shouting, not far away. Avalen changed direction immediately, heading towards the sound. He managed to get over a hill, just in time to watch a Dire Wolf leap at Haulong, who only barely managed to get out of the way. Avalen thought quickly, picking his hand crossbow up with his left hand, firing a half blind arrow, only barely cutting the Wolf's hide. The Dire roared at him, looking in his direction, before setting off towards the woods. Get that fucker, Avalen! I'll be fine! Haulong shouted, laying on the ground. No words had been necessary, however, as Avalen was already on his way. Avalen had been on the tracks of these Dire Wolves for a week. He had been too slow, and the lodge too stubborn to listen to his warnings, and now the village paid the price. He had tried to explain, that the Dire Wolves where more than capable of attacking the village. It was rather unheard of, that Werewolves did such a thing, so his warnings had been ignored. Now the village was a blaze, and it's inhabitants had all but been completely massacred. This, was the kind of hate that drove Avalen forward. He had already taken down three Dire Wolves, which was somewhat unheard of, by just one Hunter. A mixture of adrenaline, and a newly created silver slug, filled with poison, Avalen had done it. His hatred was boiling deep, empowering his pace, as he ran through the forest. He jumped, ducked and dodged past branches, fallen trees and hanging vines, as if the Devil himself where chasing him. He was not letting down. Every last one of the Dire Wolves, had to die, for what they had done. After a long chase, Avalen slowed down, crouching down to a halt, to check the snow bellow him. He was wearing a much thicker coat, than he had last time, which was all wearing him down. So when his mind realized, that he'd been lead into a trap, it was already too late. The Dire Wolf jumped at him from a tree, forcing him to dodge out of the way. The Wolf still hit him, but his specially crafted, thick fur coat, stopped the claws from getting at his flesh. Landing on the ground, he quickly turned around with a groan, firing a slug towards the aggressor, who had already jumped to a different place, easily dodging the bullets. Avalen worked to get on his feet, firing another bullet at the Wolf, who jumped from side to side, dodging most of the spread, only taking a few bullets to one arm. The Wolf had wanted to jump at Avalen with it's fangs, but the hit of the bullets caused it to change altitude in the air, instead tumbling against the Hunter, who fell to the ground. Avalen had knocked his head against a hard root bellow the snow, causing his vision to become blurry. Having dropped his gun, and his hand crossbow, he quickly reached into his belt, pulling out a short, mechanical stick. With a hand motion, a popping sound of steam, caused the stick to shoot open, turning into a slightly longer stick, with blades at each end. he was just in time, as the Dire Wolf jumped at him once again, and he only just managed to hold up the Wolf's claws, with his staff. Pushing up, he made sure the Wolf couldn't reach him with it's jaws, as it aggressively attempted to bite down at his face. This wouldn't last, and he was out of options. He had no more gadgets. His firearms weren't in range. But still, fear didn't fall over Avalen. He had grown so angry, that he didn't care. He was ready, to let it happen.