You whip out your knife, bringing it up in a slash intended to catch the werewolf's side.
It twists, avoiding your strike and sinks its fangs into your lower leg.
You cry out in agony and slash down, getting the werewolf a good one right on the back.
It yelps, jumping back and you stagger, blood oozing from your leg.
The wolf lunges again, crimson teeth flashing with your blood as it heads straight for your throat.
You try to duck, try to run but all it achieves is your death to be more painful.

you have died