Reinhard tightened his hold on Anasha and launched himself from the clinic roof. His boots hit the tiles of the adjacent building as Werefangs poured into the streets below like a flood of crimson eyes and shadowy forms.
"Hold on tight." Reinhard says softly.
Anasha barely gasped, but he could feel her arms clamp more tightly around his neck, and her legs lock around his torso, instinctively bracing for whatever came next.
As Reinhard landed, a pack of Werefangs that numbered up to six slammed into the old town wall with claws, punching through brickworks. Others had begun scaling the bakery across the street, their claws scraping between bricks as they pulled themselves up and ascended with horrifying ease.
Reinhard didn't pause as he sprinted across rooftops as the beast horde spread through Mensis Town.
Behind them, they could hear more claws scraped against stone and wood as the beasts climbed with terrifying agility.
