Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton waited for about forty minutes;

The specific feeling was that the water stains on his trousers had dried before Marietta came out of the club.

She held her head high and strode down the alley.

Before Clayton could stop her from moving forward, she kicked the dirty water onto his pants again.

"You should stop, miss."

This time, there was a hint of real hostility in Clayton's voice.

Mary stopped and looked at him fearlessly, looking at this guy who was half a foot taller than her and twice as wide as her shoulders.

"Do you need any help, sir?"

Clayton pointed down and said solemnly: "You soiled my pants."

Although he really didn't want to admit it, what he was saying now really sounded like those idle hooligans.

When he regretted his speech, Marietta used her unique words to get him out of trouble in a timely manner.

"Standing in a place like this, your pants will get dirty sooner or later."

"But before I came, my pants weren't dirty yet."

"Then learn to get used to it from now on." Mary said lightly, and then uttered a sentiment that seemed to have philosophical connotations. "No one is clean here."

She didn't know who Clayton was, but no one who lived in this area really cared about hygiene, so he undoubtedly came from somewhere else.

If someone who cares about hygiene comes to a place that doesn't care about hygiene and carries a gun, he must have an ulterior motive.

Clayton's face darkened, this girl's arrogance was second only to Cuitis in his memory.

However, he still resisted the urge to do it himself very well.

After taking a special medicine temporarily, Clayton's hunger stemming from the werewolf's nature cooled down.

The pills contain sage essential oil and sugar and are not too unpleasant to eat.

"You're right."

Clayton suddenly relaxed, his shoulders slumped and his arms hanging lazily, signaling that he was not a threat.

"It's like this. Actually, I'm a reporter. I'm here recently to investigate the life and entertainment style of residents in this area. But there don't seem to be many people here during the day. For the sake of these pants, can you answer a few questions? , just a few?”

Even though he is already a colleague, he is still unwilling to use this status to make excuses.

After all, the other party is also a police officer. If you check the list of personnel patrolling here during the day, everything will be exposed.

"That's right——"

Mary suddenly realized, holding her bag and moving closer: "If that's the case, I can cooperate with you!"

When the sound of "you" disappeared, she threw off the cloth bag and moved closer in one stride. The hem of her skirt floated backwards due to the rapid speed, and sewage splashed under her feet.

Clayton subconsciously stepped back to distance himself, but there was already a wall behind him and there was no way to retreat.

He saw Mary rushing forward sideways, with her left hand in front of her body and her right hand hidden behind her.

This is an attack with a sharp weapon.

Hiding your hands behind your back can conceal your offensive intentions.

However, Mary's lunge was too fast and had exposed her aggressiveness. Clayton guessed that she was going to use a faster thrust.

that's the truth.

The lieutenant dropped his gun, put his hand on the wall and turned around to get out of the way of the stabbing attack.

Then he heard a dull piercing sound.

Mary took back her fisted right hand, and Clayton saw the pen between her fingers and the circular indentation left on the earthen wall.

If he hadn't gotten out of the way, he might have lost his liver just now.

"Nice shot!"

As a woman who can hone her fighting skills to such an extent, Clayton is not shy about praising her.

He is actually not used to fighting close to people like this, especially people shorter than him. Such people can easily lower their body, cover their eyes and foot movements, and hide the details of their attack posture.

Although he is still not used to it now, after turning into a werewolf, his reaction speed and physical fitness are much stronger than before.

Even without mastering any skills, he can now compete with top-notch boxers without falling behind.

This kind of physical crushing can easily give people confidence, and he is even willing to let the opponent go for a few more rounds of attack.

"Sure enough." Mary frowned, her brown eyebrows almost forming one line.

That was her full force attack in a sneak attack, and it was also the fastest.

Even though she could react to this move, she didn't think she would have a chance of winning in a normal fight.

Creighton can accompany the opponent no matter how they choose to solve it, but he still hopes not to continue the fight.

Marietta seems to be Galeed's partner. If it is just a misunderstanding, it is completely unnecessary to offend Galeed.

"It's just a few questions. After you answer them, you can leave. I don't think you need to be so angry, right? Or are you hiding something?"

"Me? Hiding it?"

Marietta chewed the word, her fighting spirit rising again.

"Maybe. It's better to be someone than to lie and carry a shotgun."

She suddenly raised her legs to support the wall, then took off a dagger from the strap on her thigh and held it in her left hand, contrasting with the pen in her right hand.

Then she moved her steps and rushed towards Clayton holding two sharp weapons.

She twisted her waist and drew her arms out like soft willow branches, her attack movements filled with the beauty of resilience.

The sharp blade cuts the air, and the attack is continuous.

It's both offense and defense.

Clayton stepped back step by step to avoid the blade. As the person being attacked, he saw this frontal combat method clearly.

In addition to the specialized use of weapons such as cutting and stabbing, Mary is also skilled in the use of fists and elbow attacks.

This is a fighting technique that is included in the infantry training code. It is called "Menian Bodyguard". It is a fighting technique that the Kingdom of Dorne acquired from a colony that was keen on cold weapon duels. It includes a set of unique steps. and the skill of wielding a short sword.

The advantage of Menia's body protection technique is that the attack speed is very fast and dazzling. With short weapons like daggers, the enemy can be defeated at once.

But its shortcomings are also obvious - it has no kicking skills, and its lower body is almost undefended.

Creighton was well aware of this flaw, but was unable to use kicking skills to counter it.

Because his kicking skills are not good enough, at least for a fighter of Marietta's caliber,

The general attack method of the cavalry is on horseback, and there is no need to practice kicking skills at all.

But that didn't mean there was nothing he could do against Marietta.

Clayton retreated lightly and took off his coat with one hand.

"Little girl, do you know how to use the duel cloak?"

"ha?"

Of course Marietta knew it, and her movements were hesitant because of this.

Clayton pulled off his thick woolen coat and threw it on her body. For her size, the attack range was really too large.

Marietta saw only a swath of black passing by, and the coat knocked the weapons out of her hands.

The force was like being whipped by someone.

Then the second time, she couldn't see anything.

Clayton covered her entire upper body with his coat, and she couldn't even stretch out her hands.

As a boy, he often worked with cattle and sheep, so he was familiar with the use of whips and nooses.

The duel cloak is a kind of attire used in battle. Later it became the ceremonial equipment of the cavalry. Its use is similar to that of a whip, a lasso, or the cloth in the hands of a bullfighter.

Hide the position of your own weapon, attract the opponent's attention, and deflect the opponent's weapon.

And the most important point - cover the enemy's head and face and then beat him up!

Clayton also asked this question after seeing Mary appear in cavalry uniform for the first time. Regardless of her way of speaking, he quite admired this girl. After all, there were not many men who were willing and qualified to be a sheriff.

And he is also a gentleman and will not hit women casually.

So he simply held Mary sideways under his arm, then bent down to pick up the cloth bag, dagger and gun, and easily disappeared into the alley carrying more than a hundred pounds of weight.

From start to finish the fight took less than two minutes.

The sounds of their conversations and the sounds of fighting alarmed no one.

When Marietta's coat was taken off her head, the first thing she did was run to a corner and vomit.

Clayton's arm kept squeezing her abdomen, which was not a comfortable position.

After vomiting, she noticed that there were still some iron parts under her feet, and refined whale oil mixed with blue fluorescent agent was flowing down the wall supported by her palms. The source was the energy supply pool device of the high-altitude power generation system.

Surrounded by dusty industrial machinery, the powerful iron arms are already rusty.

Above the head is a tall spire structure, the roof is more than 20 meters high from the ground, and there is only a skylight that shines light inward.

This is an abandoned warehouse.

The St. Alvin Parish railway station follows the tracks, and there are many such warehouses on both sides of the road.

"Can we talk now?"

Mary turned around and saw the tall man looking at her with his back to the light.