with a swift twist of his wrist, wolf drives his blade into her neck, blood spraying onto his metal bracer & soaking into the leather of his duster. more and more raiders start to fall in line, growing in number by the minute. nonetheless, wolf never wavers, cutting down as many as his ++

will allows. he manages to take out five more of the bastards until he’s backed against the shop counter, struggling to fend off another raider’s machete. the man is dangerously close to wolf’s throat when the ranger spots an advantage out of the corner of his eye. ++