"Why are you spacing out? Get up, now. 🐍♠ 🍓👺" After knocking several pirates flying, Nefi lifted O'Neill off the deck like a chick.
O'Neill had just brushed the dust off himself and was looking for Sifa.
He failed to find the captain, but he saw blood arrows soaring not far away on the deck. His expression changed, and he pointed over there. "Miss Nefi, look."
Nefi turned to look and saw a man burst through the crowd. He was thin, with skin tanned bronze, short-cropped brown hair, and an old jacket covered in bloodstains.
The man seemed to be caught in a strange excitement. A twisted smile hung on his face, two sharp tips protruding slightly between his upper lips.
Long, dagger-like black nails had grown from all ten fingers, gleaming with a metallic luster.
Although black fur had not yet grown over his entire body, Nefi had once hunted a Werewolf with Sifa in Tingen.
So she knew what it was.
That was a Werewolf!
This Werewolf was clearly one of Vice Admiral Deep Sea's men. Moving with incredible speed, he tore bloody gashes into the Explorer's Sailors blocking his path—and even into his own companions—with his claws as he swung both arms.
Nefi snorted through her nose. The girl took several running steps, raised her spear high, and made a throwing motion.
Whoosh!
The spear instantly turned into a streak of gray light and shot viciously toward the Werewolf's head!
Nefi knew very well that Werewolves had extremely strong regenerative abilities. Unless their injuries were fatal, they would recover quickly.
Therefore, if she did not strike, she would not strike—but once she did, she would aim straight for their vital points.
The Werewolf's ears twitched. He had already caught that strange whistle.
Though he was somewhat crazed,