Everything went silent. The fire raged on within the camp but it seemed dimmer. The crackling of the flames were heard throughout the camp. The groans of men and the howl and sometimes guttural growls were heard in other sections of the camp. But everything here in the center went quiet.
Folke stood above the wolf. It was beaten and battered with its fur mained and its limbs unmoving. It looked pitiful to the men watching folke and the wolf but only one word could be stretched to describe this scene, ` Brutal `.
A word that resided within everyone's head in one form or another. Folke turned around and picked up his sword that he had early discarded to beat down the wolf with his bare fists instead. His chest was filled with claw marks and his neck had a tooth hanging off of it along with the flesh that the wolf managed to tear off.
Folke then looked at the sword and he heard another cry in a different direction. He looked at the men and bellowed ``Charge!`` He himself then ran forward in the direction of the cries that he heard.
Commander Goldrig was taken aback and then issued the same order ``Charge!`` He ran forward after folke in the direction of the cires. The other men got out of their stupor and raised their weapons in their hands and rushed forward each letting out a battle cry similar to the initial howls the wolves made when they came.
With Folke and Goldrig at the lead they came across another wolf where they engaged it. Goldrig swung his longsword with both hands powerfully causing the wolf to leap backward in the air.
Folke swiftly arrived behind the wolf's landing spot and did a vertical cut. The wolf was already airborne and couldn't move it's position so it received a huge strike on its leg where it fell down. Goldrig swiftly followed it up with another strike toward the wolves head which killed it.
The wolves pelts were strong so most of the men couldn't cut the wolves with their current weapons so they did what folke and goldrig do, use the weight of the sword and the power of your strikes to wound them internally and that will most likely kill them.
Five howls could be heard. Folke turned his head to the left and saw the five wolves who were rushing at him and goldrig. The first wolf was bigger than the other wolves and it stopped short allowing the other four wolves to charge.
Folke didn't think much of it and swung his sword warding away the wolves with the distance between him and the sword. Goldrig stood in a readied stance and the wolves stayed away from him because of his stance.
Folke took a step forward and then saw yellow blur plast by his eyes. He whipped around his head quickly and then he felt a huge force repel him forward accompanied with a small boom. The men that were following folke and goldrig were repelled back as well but that only served to stop their momentary charge.
They reached folke and goldrig within minutes, a few of them stopping to help folke and goldrig up from the blast where they continued their charge again within seconds. With overwhelming numbers the wolves were forced to push back and the bigger wolf was the first to retreat once it saw that its attack didn't work to slow down the human tide.
A few minutes later. Folke pulled his sword from the ground and additional wounds aided his back and his front. They were all claws and bite marks from the recently slain wolf in front of him. Folke was the only person there who could seemingly take the wolves one on one without the fire affecting him heavily as they did to other people.
Folke was also the only person brave enough to take the job.
'The last few minutes were hectic, we've cleared the wolves outside of the encampment. I wonder how the other parts of the army fared in the exchange?' He planted the sword he had into the ground and looked into the sky. Smoke billowed from the camp and covered it giving black smoke lines across it.
Folke felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning his head he saw Freja standing there "Yes?" He responded.
"Go help out the soldiers over there get some water." She pointed over to a group of people who were ready to go out of the camp.
Folke nodded his head and followed her orders. Folke carried water into the camp where he and the soldiers began to extinguish the camp. Freja commanded the commander and the soldiers along with folke where they began to extinguish the camp and gather up all the dead bodies and formed two different piles one for the men and the other for the wolves.
Folke's eyes bulged when he saw the significant difference between the two piles. The wolves varied in height which made their pile look bigger but folke counted it and he counted again. The wolves only numbered about 19 members while the humans numbered in the hundreds of dead. The dead were not simply the nurses and servants the army used most of them were soldiers and fighters who got killed.
`We Lost.` Folke couldn't believe it at all. Based on all the reports from the commander's and the other soldiers who spoke words in front of the body the numbers were accurate within the camp.