Gregory the Werewolf hunched his shoulders as more black fur sprouted across his face, hands, and legs. His fingers curled into sharp claws, and with a light slash at his feet, he severed the Ghost Snakes.
The venomous snakes on the ground opened their jaws and bit down on the werewolf's legs, only to find that their fangs could not pierce his flesh. Instead, they were injured by his fur.
The werewolf's tough fur granted him considerable magic resistance. Dozens of spells shot out from the chaotic crowd, but most of them failed to harm him.
Moriarty was the first to rush to the shop entrance. He cast "Super Protego" on himself to block the spells coming from all directions while launching an attack on Gregory.
"Incendio! Incendio! Incendio!"
Taking advantage of the werewolf's inability to use magic, Moriarty unleashed fireball after fireball, and the red shop was soon swallowed by flames.
Most people backed away, watching Moriarty amid the firelight with awe—everyone knew that the red shop belonged to the largest werewolf settlement in France. No one dared burn it down!
A small number, however, were eager to make a move, preparing to loot the red shop amid the chaos.
Gregory flew into a rage. He leaped high into the air and arrived before Moriarty in an instant. Ten claws flashed with cold light, like ten swords chopping down at Moriarty's head!
"Touch of Frozen Wrath!" Moriarty turned his hands into icy hands. His left hand seized the werewolf's wrist, while his right became an ice fist that smashed into the werewolf's claws.
The instant they touched, frost rapidly spread over Gregory's arms and crept toward his heart and head.
The freezing happened far faster than Gregory had expected. In the blink of an eye, his arms were connected