The remaining pack of wolves snarled, their feral eyes dripping with bloodlust and a desire to feed. One of them charged ahead of the main group, its will bent on crushing the life of Little Ann within its shadowy jaws. 

An injured yelp escaped its maw though, as a plethora of knives made direct contact with its face, flank, and head. Scarlet held another set of summoned knives, throwing them with expert grace and accuracy. She seemed to have recovered from whatever spell was ailing her, her eyes now a blood red as she narrowed her gaze.

She was ready to fight.

[i]“That was soooo scary!!!”[/i]

Upon hearing those words uttered, one of the wolves let out a loud howl before retreating back into the darkness. As if on cue of the call, the others soon began to disperse, some of them snarling at the red-cloaked girl for good measure. They were quickly silenced by the robot’s gunfire and the maid’s knives.

“Well then,” Scarlet said coolly, her eyes slowing turning back to their original blue color. “And who might you be to attract such unwelcome attention?” she asked to Little Ann.