The Werewolf's massive jaws snap shut, its sharp teeth piercing through your flesh as it sinks its fangs deep into your shoulder. The pain is intense, like nothing you've ever felt before, but you refuse to give in to it. You struggle against the werewolf's powerful grip, trying to break free from its deadly embrace.
With a burst of strength, you manage to push the werewolf off of you, sending it stumbling back a step. You scramble to your feet, your shoulder burning where it was bitten. The werewolf snarls in anger, baring its teeth as it prepares to charge at you again.
You take a step back, eyeing the werewolf warily. It's covered in thick fur, making it difficult to find a vulnerable spot. Then, an idea flashes through your mind. You quickly bend down, scooping up a handful of dirt from the forest floor. As the werewolf advances, you throw the dirt directly into its eyes, blinding it momentarily.
Narrator: As the werewolf stumbles back, clawing at its eyes in pain, you take the opportunity to dash deeper into the forest. The rustling of leaves behind you fades as you lose yourself in the endless maze of trees and underbrush. The wound in your shoulder throbs with each step, but you force yourself to keep moving, to put as much distance between you and the werewolf as possible.