With a convulsion or two, the body stopped moving altogether.
It was killed with a single blow!
One knee sent a gray wolf flying.
Dean didn't even look. He stepped back in a tiger-like stride without turning his head, as if he had eyes in the back of his head. His right elbow, crackling with a fierce, cold wind, slammed with devastating force into another gray wolf pouncing from behind. Simultaneously, his right leg, like a steel whip, heavily struck the head of the last gray wolf, kicking its over hundred-pound body back into the air. Tumbling and howling in agony, it crashed into a thicket...
In the blink of an eye, the three large gray wolves that had launched at him were completely wiped out—one dead, two seriously injured.
Awesome!
Dean shook his shoulders and exhaled a large plume of white breath.
The thrill of this fist-to-flesh combat was incomparable to shooting from a distance.
