Derik's eyes squinted as he pondered on what to do next and how to save these elves without hurting them as well. His corrosive death aura could not differentiate between friend and foe and his control was really lacking. He wasn't really willing to leave behind in order to rescue the others, he knew that the young lady has zero fighting capabilities and will most likely get captured the moment he takes his eyes off her.
"Take a step back!" Derik's fiery eyes lit up as an idea crossed his mind.
Hearing this, Elsa who had her hands wrapped around her bosom nodded and took two steps back while watching Derik with hopeful eyes.
Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!
Bang!
Crack!
Derik leaped high into the air and descended with a clenched fist. His body was protected by a thin darkish purple halo of death aura and he called forth all the werewolf strength he could muster. His fist smashed into the ground and broke in, going even deeper until it couldn't proceed anymore.
