When Cranberry and Zombie arrived at the mansion, the defenders of the Prides' were in the middle of getting decimated by the attackers.
The master and servant nodded to each other and charged at the werewolves from the flank.
When Cranberry's bat smashed into the side of the monster that was about to devour a butler, the red-haired girl frowned.
The werewolf that got their arm broken yelped, but quickly shook off the pain and clawed at her with his healthy hand in retaliation.
She smacked it away using the counter skill and with mana swirling around her baseball bat, she delivered a devastating overhead strike.
The werewolf got pummeled into the ground but haven't died immediately.
"Wait... You're the girl...? Why...?"
Their dying cry got drowned into the sound of battle and Cranberry already moved on to another opponent.
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