Chapter 165

• Werewolves were now piling out with their claws and fangs bared, swiping at any Fae that moved. Most of the champions attempted to engage them one-on-one while Daniel attacked indiscriminately by manifesting an ice gladius in one hand and shooting out ice shards with his other. His Fae were now falling back into the main hall and Daniel had no choice but to go with them.
• "You are attacking multiple targets, Guardian," one of his champions said to him. "That's not our way of fighting."
• "Oh for the love of... Stop thinking proud, pompous princes and start thinking Playstation! Start fragging shit!" Daniel yelled at him. To emphasize his point he sent out a flurry of ice darts, deliberately targeting each and every one of the Werewolves that were packing the flamethrowers. Werewolves yelped in pain as they were injured or killed, going down in a bloody mess.