"My chief is far more brutal — although she doesn't laugh like a creep while punching someone to death."
THUD!
Xander fell to his knees, feeling his entire body go numb. His vision shook slightly as his strength felt like it was being drained.
"What…" he trailed off, raising his head to Ryder. "... did you do?"
"Huh?" Ryder cocked his head to the side, tapping his temple with his index. "What did I do? I simply used my head."
Ryder took two languid steps before squatting down, arms on his thighs.
"Do you think I am so naive to fight you without any plan in mind?" he blinked, watching Xander struggle from getting up. "If that is what you think, then you're more naive than I thought. But I don't blame you. Unlike us, in the Fourth, where we tread on eggshells every single day from any schemes such as this, you, werewolves, had a different way to survival."