"Caw, dead."
"Caw caw, stupid hairless ape..."
Two crows perched on a branch, watching the werewolves fight among themselves in the woods and mocking the scrawny hairless ape's reckless stupidity.
Just then, a muffled bang! rang out, and a spray of blood suddenly burst from Greyback's shoulder.
The tremendous impact even knocked him a step backward, forcing him to release Lupin.
Greyback stared blankly at his left shoulder. A large hole had been punched through it, and blood was gushing out.
A spell?
Who?
Who's attacking me?
Then came another bang!, and a hole suddenly burst open in his left leg.
This time, he finally heard the sound.
Something suddenly came back to him. Muggles seemed to have a weapon that could injure enemies from a great distance. That sound just now seemed to have come from one of those weapons.
At that thought, he threw himself flat. Almost the instant he hit the ground, a hole blasted open in a tree behind him.
If he hadn't dropped, that shot would have hit his head.
"Who is it?!"
"You filthy coward! Come out! I'll tear you apart! I'll rip out your throat!"
Greyback shouted as he crawled rapidly across the ground. The bleeding in his left arm and leg was quickly stopping, but his injuries were severe. He wasn't fully transformed, either, so he couldn't heal immediately.
That terrified him. The enemy's weapon could hurt him, even kill him, yet he hadn't so much as seen his attacker.
He strained to pinpoint the enemy's position, but judging by the sound, they were too far away. He couldn't possibly find them.
Just then, he heard footsteps.
Before long, a man wearing camouflage combat fatigues and carrying a large-bore shotgun emerged from the woods in front of Greyback.
Then came the click-clack