"Die!" Zhang Qin gritted his teeth, enduring the agony as he forced the two words through them. His right hand loosened, and the short blade slipped from his palm, only to be caught by a hand reaching down from above. The blade spun once in the palm, then plunged straight into the gray wolf's flank. Blood gushed from its body at once. The slippery feel nearly made Zhang Qin lose his grip on the handle.
"Awooo!" The gray wolf yelped in pain and released him, rearing back to flee. But Zhang Qin wasn't about to let it go. His right hand, clad in a leather glove, shot into the wolf's mouth and clamped onto its lower jaw. He pulled the blade from its flank, ignoring the claws scraping at the hard leather armor on his chest. With a forceful tug of his right hand, he made the wolf throw its head back. Then he thrust with his left, driving the blade into the right side of the wolf's neck and straight through until it burst out through the fur on the other side. He yanked downward, tearing open half the wolf's neck. The stinking wolf blood sprayed all over Zhang Qin's head and face, turning his vision a blinding red.
"Now, I've won."
