The wolves hit him like a tide.
Kelvin became a whirlwind of motion. He couldn't afford to stay still, couldn't let them pin him down. He moved constantly, spinning, ducking, jumping, using every technique Urgak had taught him about fighting multiple opponents.
A wolf lunged. Kelvin sidestepped and his blade opened a long gash across its flank. Another snapped at his arm. He raised his sword, the wolf's jaws closing on steel instead of flesh, then drove his other blade into its eye. A third tried to tackle him from behind. He sensed it coming through pure combat instinct, dropped low, and let it sail over him.
But he couldn't avoid everything.
A wolf's claws raked across his shoulder, drawing blood. Another's jaws closed on his leg, teeth piercing through muscle. Kelvin grunted in pain but didn't stop moving. He drove his blade down into the wolf's skull, forcing it to release his leg.
