Evander could feel the rage attempting to build up in him again, but he tamped it down. He needed to be in control. He needed to focus. The enemy was in front of him. Evander got to his feet and took a deep breath. The wolf began to growl. Evander held his sword out in front of him. Death loomed ahead, inevitably drawing closer every passing second. He could probably take about two more hits before going down, whereas this wolf needed 8 normal hits from him. This wasn't going to go well. Yeah, h