Extending his hands with sharp claws, Little Hart collided with the leaping Red Knight.
The heavy weight pulled them both from mid-air, and they crashed onto the solid mortar parapet, rolling onto the ground together.
The fierce impact caused even the thick-skinned werewolf Little Hart to lose his senses for a moment.
But the Red Knight, as if devoid of any pain or emotion, mechanically and stiffly pulled out a dagger, aiming it at Little Hart's mouth.
Little Hart's beast instincts kicked in, and he instinctively bit the wrist of the Red Knight.
At that moment, the filthy and foul-smelling blood poured into his mouth, nearly knocking him unconscious.
Seizing the opportunity, the Red Knight struck Little Hart's right cheek with his elbow.
While Little Hart was dazed, the Red Knight swiftly reached out with his right hand, picked up the dagger, held it in reverse grip, and swung. The blade dangerously grazed Little Hart's neck.
