147 Jet Shield To The Face

The gigantic black wolf broke through barrier after barrier of ice, making his way to his prey. Violette was panicking.

Even if this was a game, and she knew it, the prospect of dying would weaken anyone apart from psychos and highly trained players. And she was none of these.

As the alpha broke the last wall separating them, fear overcame Violette, and she froze. The time came to a crawl in her senses, as the looming black wolf's jaws opened, aiming to gobble her whole.

She could see every droplet of saliva flying out in slow motion as the jaw opened wider and wider. It was nearing, inch by inch, her heart beating faster and faster.

Then, from the corner of her eye, she saw something moving even faster, coming at the wolf. To any normal human being, all they would see was a blur.

Astaroth was using a newly gained skill from his meld with Luna, that let him reach her faster than anything he could do normally.