The girl leapt back, her expression changed. The weapon was made from intertwined werewolf bristles painstakingly tanned over three long months with applications of animal fat. Letting out a rasp of breath, the girl struck with her whip. What's more, when the girl saw how nonchalant he remained when challenged to battle by a good-looking young lady who gave no reasons but showered him with a murderous gaze, a tinge of consternation rushed into her expression. He didn't reach for his sword or for his combat belt. The youth remained motionless atop his mount.
