C76 Ah My Comrades!

The eight or nine famished wolves, each bearing wounds, were fiercely provoked and unafraid of Horace's blood-stained machete. The circle around him tightened relentlessly.

Horace, now without support, shifted from his earlier offensive stance to one of calm defense, readying himself for reinforcements. The witch, of course, wouldn't leave him to fend for himself.

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