Then, I was told that killing the werewolves was allowed. Instantly, I rushed forward with my blade, impaling one. And with that same werewolf still on the blade I slammed him into another one. Bloodlust filled my mind as I slashed, hacked and slaughtered the werewolves, by the time I was done there was not left but bits and pieces of fur and flesh, I was also covered in blood.
My two companions looked horrified and frightened, fearing that the scent of the spilled blood would attract more enemies but luckly I was able to manipulate the wind so that the blood blew off me effortlessly. And I stood there, entirely unscathed and without a drop of blood. And Rush smiled.
"Now that's impressive."
I wiped the blade on one of the werewolves shirts and I sheathed my sword once more. Smiling in victory.