"Lord!" Dismas saw Lance sent flying, his eyes nearly splitting with rage. His entire being fell into a frenzy as he raised his gun, pressed it close to the alpha wolf's arm, and pulled the trigger.
Bursts of light flared, spraying a large quantity of blood. The alpha wolf's right arm was hit so hard that the flesh was mangled, the thick muscle torn open, revealing the bone underneath.
But Dismas did not stop. His Short Sword drove into an unarmored spot on the alpha wolf's shoulder.
"Ah!"
The alpha wolf, struck by consecutive heavy blows, let out a painful howl. Having completely lost the strength to hold his Great Shield in his right arm, he could only awkwardly swing the Great Shield with his left hand to force Dismas back.
Dismas easily dodged the alpha wolf's clumsy attack, taking a slight step back to reload. However, he lacked his initial casualness, his worried gaze frequently shifting to the Lord lying not far away.
