Conflict

"Unit one, get ready. It's breaking through in your direction!"

At the urgent voice over the radio, one of the Black Eagles hovering over the city banked sharply and descended. The Sniper aboard fixed his eyes on the scope.

Bang!

At the side of the street, a manhole cover was smashed open. A blood-soaked Werewolf burst out of the sewer and into the sunlight.

"Dear God..."

The patrol officers manning the cordon weren't the only ones who saw it. Many civilians witnessed the scene with their own eyes and let out wave after wave of screams.

"I authorize you to fire at will! Kill it!"

The voice over the radio sounded furious. "Careful! It's incredibly tough!"

"Understood!"

The Sniper's hand was as steady as cast iron. His finger rested on the trigger.

A powerful sense of danger made the Werewolf on the ground let out a world-shaking roar. "Awooo!"

It jerked its head up, its emerald eyes locking onto the aircraft overhead.

"Die!"

The Sniper silently cursed as he took aim at the Werewolf's head.

"Chirp, chirp!"

But just then, a flock of little black birds flew in from above, pecking at the hovering machine. Some even flew into the rotor blades and were crushed to a pulp, making the whole Black Eagle shake.

Bang!!!

Caught off guard, the Sniper fired. His shot veered slightly off course and blew open a burst of blood on the Werewolf's shoulder.

"Awooo!"

It roared, scrambled up the wall on all fours, and quickly vanished from the people's sight.

"Damn it... Where did that flock of birds come from?!"

A furious voice came over the radio. "Emergency landing! We need to put down!"

Hovering machines stayed aloft by means of their rotors. If the engines failed, the consequences would be unthinkable.

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