My hands violently shook at the sight of the archer. All that I thought of was to kill this man with my own hands, even if Match was staring close behind me.
"I don't care. He killed Clementine," I answered Wolf without glancing in his direction.
My entire judgment became clouded with grey thoughts as I charged straight to the ranger. That man shielded himself with a bow, afraid to fight me. He did not even raise any weapons or aimed an arrow in my direction. That bloke resigned himself, thinking that it was right for me to attack him.
Wolf went in front of me and blocked the attack with his claws. Those nails could effortlessly melt my blade like butter if Wolf wanted to. However, that guy contained his strength without injuring me.