Post by Wolfe the Edge on Jan 12, 2011 19:13:21 GMT -5
Wolfe sat in the snow, eyes closed. By listening and smelling the sounds and smells, Wolfe could pinpoint almost anything. The feral fighter wasn't too worried about being attacked anyway.
I can handle anything that comes my way regardless. Still, it might be best to get a move on soon...
Wolfe stood, brushing the snow off of himself as he rose. He had been sitting in that position for a good 3 hours now, and as fun as it was to look like a snowman Wolfe didn't really want to be carrying any extra weight.
... where should I head now?
Wolfe had been traveling for some time now, trying to cleanse the world of conflict. His vow to his friend would not go unfulfilled, that much Wolfe would make sure of. Still, every time he met with conflict Wolfe had ended up having to fight. Wolfe liked fighting, but only for sport. He hated wars and death and everything else that came with conflict.
"I guess I'll head in deeper..."
Wolfe turned and started walking deeper into the frozen mountain range. His training was not yet complete and he knew he needed to be stronger than he was currently. Wolfe had caught wind of the war that was going on, and knew he had to try and stop it. However, he also knew that war creates fierce warriors. Wolfe would have to be extra sure that he was more fierce than even the fiercest warrior he encountered... and for that reason Wolfe would continue training for a while, before heading back to civilization.
More practice never hurt anyone...
As Wolfe continued walking he began to sense the presence of others following him. Their smell was dangerous, and the noise they made could easily have been attributed to medium-sized predators. Wolfe didn't really want to fight any animals, but if it came down to it Wolfe would fight to ensure his survival. Soon enough, Wolfe knew he was surrounded.
So, no way to escape...
Momentarily, Wolfe thought of drawing his treasured sword... but only momentarily. He would try his hardest not to fight whatever was following him with the full extent of his might, since that would probably end up killing the beasts. Still, he didn't know how tough the beasts that were following him were.
If it does come down to life or death... which will I choose...?
Suddenly, four Weretigers leaped out from the snow, attacking in tandem. Wolfe easily dodged their initial attacks, making sure not to counterattack. As the four tigers once again settled in and prepared to attack Wolfe cast his gaze upon the beasts.
Hrm. That was easy enough... but it looks like they were just playing with those last attacks...
The Weretigers then stood up, snarling and growling at their prey. Wolfe just remained silent as he took in the information that his foes had given him.
"So... Weretigers. Interesting..."
One of the tigers stepped forward, as if challenging Wolfe directly. Wolfe shook his head and hunched down, readying himself for battle. Without any warning, the other three tigers attacked. However, Wolfe had been expecting this. In a split second, Wolfe was moving faster than any other prey the Weretigers had encountered before and almost immediately he was within striking range of what Wolfe was assuming was the Weretigers' leader, his movements a blur in the eyes of the other tigers. The leader, however, wasn't so weak as to be beaten by a mere human. With a snarl, the leader was also a blur and counterattacking against the foolish human who dared to attack him.
So he was expecting something like this. Clever...
A flurry of traded blows later, Wolfe and the Weretigers' leader settled back into their stances. The tigers' leader had taken virtually no damage, while Wolfe had gotten a few scratches here and there.
He appears to be more skilled than I am... And the other three are still going to attack, no matter what I do.
By now, the other three had turned around and were waiting for their chance to strike.
I won't be able to outrun them... So the only other option is...
"Chaos Eye."
Wolfe's eyes blurred for a second, then changed colors from their normal redish-brown to an eerie, silverish-blue color. In a second Wolfe was on the attack again. He had drawn his blade, and had gone after the leader. As the leader began to counterattack, Wolfe raised his blade in front of him to not only protect his vital areas, but to ensure his victory. The leader realized this fact a little too late, and in his attempt to charge Wolfe he was stabbed in the throat by his prey's blade.
"I'm sorry..."
Wolfe withdrew his blade from his opponent's throat and blood seeped out of the wound he had caused. He turned back to the other three tigers and flicked their leader's blood at them. The Weretigers snarled... but didn't attack. The scent of their leader's blood was causing them to hesitate. Wolfe calmly walked past them, and continued on his way as the Weretigers just kept snarling and growling at his back.
I can handle anything that comes my way regardless. Still, it might be best to get a move on soon...
Wolfe stood, brushing the snow off of himself as he rose. He had been sitting in that position for a good 3 hours now, and as fun as it was to look like a snowman Wolfe didn't really want to be carrying any extra weight.
... where should I head now?
Wolfe had been traveling for some time now, trying to cleanse the world of conflict. His vow to his friend would not go unfulfilled, that much Wolfe would make sure of. Still, every time he met with conflict Wolfe had ended up having to fight. Wolfe liked fighting, but only for sport. He hated wars and death and everything else that came with conflict.
"I guess I'll head in deeper..."
Wolfe turned and started walking deeper into the frozen mountain range. His training was not yet complete and he knew he needed to be stronger than he was currently. Wolfe had caught wind of the war that was going on, and knew he had to try and stop it. However, he also knew that war creates fierce warriors. Wolfe would have to be extra sure that he was more fierce than even the fiercest warrior he encountered... and for that reason Wolfe would continue training for a while, before heading back to civilization.
More practice never hurt anyone...
As Wolfe continued walking he began to sense the presence of others following him. Their smell was dangerous, and the noise they made could easily have been attributed to medium-sized predators. Wolfe didn't really want to fight any animals, but if it came down to it Wolfe would fight to ensure his survival. Soon enough, Wolfe knew he was surrounded.
So, no way to escape...
Momentarily, Wolfe thought of drawing his treasured sword... but only momentarily. He would try his hardest not to fight whatever was following him with the full extent of his might, since that would probably end up killing the beasts. Still, he didn't know how tough the beasts that were following him were.
If it does come down to life or death... which will I choose...?
Suddenly, four Weretigers leaped out from the snow, attacking in tandem. Wolfe easily dodged their initial attacks, making sure not to counterattack. As the four tigers once again settled in and prepared to attack Wolfe cast his gaze upon the beasts.
Hrm. That was easy enough... but it looks like they were just playing with those last attacks...
The Weretigers then stood up, snarling and growling at their prey. Wolfe just remained silent as he took in the information that his foes had given him.
"So... Weretigers. Interesting..."
One of the tigers stepped forward, as if challenging Wolfe directly. Wolfe shook his head and hunched down, readying himself for battle. Without any warning, the other three tigers attacked. However, Wolfe had been expecting this. In a split second, Wolfe was moving faster than any other prey the Weretigers had encountered before and almost immediately he was within striking range of what Wolfe was assuming was the Weretigers' leader, his movements a blur in the eyes of the other tigers. The leader, however, wasn't so weak as to be beaten by a mere human. With a snarl, the leader was also a blur and counterattacking against the foolish human who dared to attack him.
So he was expecting something like this. Clever...
A flurry of traded blows later, Wolfe and the Weretigers' leader settled back into their stances. The tigers' leader had taken virtually no damage, while Wolfe had gotten a few scratches here and there.
He appears to be more skilled than I am... And the other three are still going to attack, no matter what I do.
By now, the other three had turned around and were waiting for their chance to strike.
I won't be able to outrun them... So the only other option is...
"Chaos Eye."
Wolfe's eyes blurred for a second, then changed colors from their normal redish-brown to an eerie, silverish-blue color. In a second Wolfe was on the attack again. He had drawn his blade, and had gone after the leader. As the leader began to counterattack, Wolfe raised his blade in front of him to not only protect his vital areas, but to ensure his victory. The leader realized this fact a little too late, and in his attempt to charge Wolfe he was stabbed in the throat by his prey's blade.
"I'm sorry..."
Wolfe withdrew his blade from his opponent's throat and blood seeped out of the wound he had caused. He turned back to the other three tigers and flicked their leader's blood at them. The Weretigers snarled... but didn't attack. The scent of their leader's blood was causing them to hesitate. Wolfe calmly walked past them, and continued on his way as the Weretigers just kept snarling and growling at his back.