Her eyes couldn't see, yet she had to face three ferocious wolves.
Her fate was already sealed, leaving her with only a path to death.
But so what?
Even if it meant dying, even if she couldn't kill them, she was determined to severely wound them!
Soon, the three vicious wolves launched an attack on Arnold from three different directions simultaneously.
One darted towards Arnold's arm holding the dagger, another went for her other arm, and the third lunged straight at her face to bite.
Out of tension and fear, every muscle in Arnold's body was taut.
She stood there quietly, as if paralyzed with fear.
But very quickly, Arnold moved.
Arnold stood there foolishly before, only to wait for the right moment.
She waited, waiting for the time when the three wolves were closest to her, hoping to harm the vicious wolves while protecting herself as much as possible.
Arnold held her breath and concentrated, listening and waiting.
