[Warning: unknown interference detected.]
[Warning: unknown interference detected.]
Ned's fireball dissolved mid-air hitting nothing but air. Having no time to ponder the warning, Ned jumped backward evading the claw of the lead warg.
It was dark, mud slurped on Ned's boots. But he could clearly see the lines of light the lead warg was emitting.
With an elegant wave of his hand. The short-sword, Ned held on his right, sliced toward the advancing warg.
The lead warg evaded by throwing itself to his right.
Must increase speed, Ned thought. He bore mud with his left leg, he then twisted toward the lead warg raising his sword mid-air.
The lead warg doesn't lose either. After evading, it spun. Making the light on its back formed a crescent. It received Ned's attack head-on along with a short growl.
