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Thrown into trees and onto the ground as they splintered and cracked beneath the combined weight of him and Maria. The ground too seemed to shake under their crashing weight. Charles himself felt it, letting out a heavy grunt as Maria fell onto his chest. Before he had time to properly recover her maw sunk deep into his shoulder, spilling his blood down his arm and onto his chest. Wounded worse than his foe Charles felt at a loss of what to do, but with the werewolf clamped on his shoulder he was in prime position. Bearing fangs of pure white and anger greater than a barbarian he descended upon Maria's neck just behind her skull. Even if thick matted hair covered the rest of her body it would, like it was on common dogs, be thinner were her head moved often. His bite would do little damage, but would elate his state to one of pure ferocious power; his wounds would hurt less, his attacks would hurt more. He would, in all effects be sttronger.

It wasn't common that he drank the blood of a werewolf, let alone another immortal, and though he found it to sometimes taste foul, the power it granted immediately after feeding would be great.