"Wait!" Seraph was chasing after John, John was slowing down slightly whenever Seraph momentarily lost his tail but then began speeding up soon after.
"How fast are you!" Seraph yelled out at John, John kicked off a branch and rolled in the air a few moments before landing on the ground.
"Not fast! Just skilled as hell!" John turned his head and yelled at seraph before, he swiftly turned around and began barging down the forest.
Seraph began to worry about the wolves, 'What happens if they hear us?' He then quickly dismissed it 'Wait if that happens, me and john could take care of them!'
Seraph could see John stop, his back faced him. It was hard to see considering that there were many bushes and trees surrounding John's figure. Seraph rushed forward through the bushes to see what John was exactly looking at.
Seraph slammed his feet against the ground in a sudden stop and immediately fell back, the smell was horrible and sweet. Bugs flew around the area and the gory scene in front of him almost made him puke, s he didn't have time to puke because fear forced it back down as he saw two people standing over the mangled corpse, one he recognized as Alex. He couldn't see the other one's face though.
"There' here." The Masked man tilted his head, He had a sword in one hand and a fur hoodie on, his gut was wrapped tightly in fur and he had simply trousers on.
"I can see that." Alex had a large grin on his face, He had what he originally gained from the strange light that gave him his outfit. Why? Because the hero's clothes were just that good.
Seraph stared at the mangled body at their feet, he was deeply in shock. He had seen the dead before but this was grotesque and inhumane. The corpse's neck was snapped and hacked open to reveal the meat and whitish glare of bone from his neck, with it's wrist purposely slit to drain the blood out of its body to form a pool underneath it. The legs were broken, mangled and chopped up and the face looked unrecognizable with cuts over the eyelids to reveal the two brown eyes other than that the two eyes still looked into the sky with sheer fear and horror across its broken face.
John stared at the body listlessly, He then looked up "R-." His words sounded like a whisper to seraph.
Seraph snapped out of it, then looked at john "What?"
"Run!" John grabbed seraph by the arm and forced him to stand.
Seraph after standing looked back one last time to hear the hooded man say "You see what you fuckin did? They're running away because you wanted to sit her all cool shit like-"
Seraph began running with John, He could hear Alex's voice interrupt the hooded figure "Shut up! Go-"
The farther they ran away the more difficult it became to hear them. Seraph's adrenaline pumped and his body ran at full speeds.
He was running next to John, now. Who had pulled out his spear and was looking around the forest, he looked in the tall trees, the shrubs and at fallen trees that they passed. His face was cold, then it went colder, his eyes nearly narrowing into tiny slits "They're here."
"Who's here?!" Seraph shouts were desperate.
"The bastards attracted wolves!" John was enraged.
Seraph began looking around where John was looking before to see a wave of black pass through a shrub and behind a tree. The bushes were shaking and he could see many eyes looking directly right back at him.
Seraph heard a roar, it frightened him. He abruptly tumbled to the side moving out of the way of the roar and brandished his dagger, His eyes instinctively closed tightly. He had been in many sparring sessions with the demon like John but the feeling of fear and death made him tighten up.
He heard a whimper and then a warm liquid splash all over him, He opened his eyes to see John in front of him. Impaling the wolf on his spear, he turned and threw the wolf to the side which rebounded off the ground and into the woods a bloody trailing following after it.
Seraph's eyes immediately widened, "It survived that?!"
However he heard John's shout in his ear "Get up!"
Seraph got up and looked around fear travelling through all pores of his body, Within his mind he was desperately calling for the system to help him but he got no response from it 'Did it disappear? Not now! Please not now!'
John roared "Seraph run! Run back to camp and don't stop running!"
Seraph immediately bolted to the side, he wasn't going to question john.
…
John waved his spear, Pulling it to two hands. His head snapping to the wolves disappearing and reappearing out of the dense foliage. His hand tightened around the staff of his spear, until he heard a distinctive roar leap out from the side.
Immediately he kicked off the ground taking a step back as he slapped the wolf's head down with the shaft of the spear, spinning quickly he pushed the spears staff forward blocking a silent wolf's pounce. The wolf's upper claws latched onto the spear shaft and it's maw opened wide to cut into his throat.
He rotated the spear to the side slamming the wolf into the ground, He then let go of the spear and with one hand spun it around his head in an arc. He moved forward, the wolf on the ground rebounded up and was cut deeply in its thigh. It growled deeply and didn't retreat this time it approached John slowly with rage flickering within its pitch black pupils.
John had noticed the other wolf had evaded his strike and was once more in the woods.
John charged forward, Then suddenly dropped to the ground into a roll. A wolf sailed above his head and crashed onto the ground, before whipping its head around to see John thrust his spear in a kneeling position toward the stationed wolf.
The growling wolf's anger immediately dissipated as the flames of fear engulfed its body. It attempted to use its speed to run backwards but found that it's thigh was cut too deeply and couldn't be healed quickly. It roared in despair as it saw John's spear approach it's thick fur hide chest.
John impaled the wolf's chest, spinning up to his feet. He cut into its throat revealing the bound of skin and muscle the wolf had and then cleaved into the jaw which cracked and pulled the lifeless wolf into the sky before looking at the wolf that had witnessed the event. A mere second later, the corpse of the wolf fell on the ground behind him.
The remaining wolf felt fear willup in its dark heart, 'What kind of human is this?' His other friend had already ran away leaving him alone.
John took a step forward, causing the wolf to take a step back. It roared at John, however, John took another step forward. Blood covered John's face and beard.
The wolf began to take another step back but then paused, a smile growing on its sinister face.
John was taken aback, "If it weren't for the fur and claws, i would've thought you were a human."
The wolf took a step forward and this time roared at John with renewed vigor. It was this turn for John to step back, he observed the wolf before taking a readied stance.
The wolf ran forward, it opened its jaw and its tongue lulled out as it let out frightening deranged cackles, Each little throat sound it made sounded like an explosion underwater. The wolf ran like a bull it's forelimbs stomping on the ground before gathering up speed and shooting to john's left, then it kicked off the ground and into the air to pounce at john's exposed arm.
John swiftly took a step back, Pulling his spear back with him in quick succession he suddenly shot it forward like a gun. The spear tip embedded itself through the ear of the wolf and then into its head, ending its life efficiently.
John's eyes suddenly widened the next minute, a small crack he could hear echoed within his head. He turned around quickly only to be met with a huge wolf pouncing toward him, he raised his spear horizontally and blocked the wolf's claw swipe.
His spear bent backward abnormally straining against the shear size and power behind the blow however, it held on.
He held his spear with one hand now, and quickly kicked off the ground to dash away from the large wolf.
Securing distance, he began to hear howls and cries from all around him. This time his eyes widened even more.
'Why?' The cries were real, so was the voice behind the cries. However, this was no illusion this time.
John could see dozens of wolves, they were on the trees within the bushes and even circling around the gigantic wolf to stare at John with enraged expressions.
A swamp of wolves rushed forward, John dashed back, his spear springing out in front of him. It relayed three deep thrusts within two seconds, the wolves held the wounds on them with pride and with a savage fury continued to charge him. The wolves that were hit were slower than the rest who circled John's side and pounced forward.
John dashed to the side ducking under one wolf, as his spear made a swift arc in the air slamming the head of the spear into the unfortunate wolf's head killing it instantly as the wolf's front jaw and neck was partially cleaved from its head.
Spinning up to the side, he jumped in the air before slashing his spear deeply on the neck of another wolf that pounced on him. The wolf spit out blood, what john expected to be a quick death didn't happen as the wolf continued to charge until it finally bled out. He looked around and found the wolves' charge didn't stop...
John was being forced to his limits, he was dodging, blocking and striking. However, a wolf's paw struck his shoulder tearing off his armored fur to the ground. He retaliated with a swift kick to the wolves head, and immediately after putting his foot down he was forced to dash forward sweeping his spear out in front of him to stop two wolves pouncing on him from the sky.
Swiftly turning around he went to face another wolf, But felt a hard force impact itself onto his chest. He went into immediate shock, he couldn't believe something got past his guard and so directly in the matter too…'What… When?'
He landed harshly on the ground rolling two times before hearing a defining 'crack' come from his chest. He looked there to find a broken stick poking out of his chest. His blood welled up in his mouth and he spit it out.
His eyes held fury, but a black shadow pounced on him.
...
Seraph was dashing through the forest, knife in hand he made swift cuts at the shrubbery blocking his path. He heard growls from all around him.
Then a wolf pounced on him from the front, fear welled up into him as he rolled on the ground. The wolves' back claws gliding across seraph's armored back. He immediately sprung up into action and continued to run in a mad sprint toward camp. His eyes darted around the forest, encountered with another tree he ran straight toward it before he heard another roar this time from behind.
He quickly jumped to the side, he heard a loud dull sound echo. Soon replaced by the sound of scraping and clawing which he assumed was the wolf clawing up the tree in pure rage.
His hand shot out, he cut down another part of the dense foliage. His foot entered first before he realized there was nothing beneath it, his body tilted forward and his foot swept into the air as he began tumbling down a huge cliff.
He rolled himself into a ball, he felt loose parts of foliage slam against his body and then crack under his weight. Until finally his back slammed against a huge tree. He coughed up blood, as he looked up at the hill he just fell down.
'This isn't the way to camp…' The sudden realization hit him. He had derived from the way a long time ago when he was cutting through the foliage but he didn't realize it until now.
He got up weakly and began limping, 'I need to escape still… Dear god!'
He realized that his leg was dripping blood, looking closer he realized that a sharp stick most likely from the hill had embedded itself into his leg.
He continued limping attempting to ignore the frightening sight of his leg being impaled by a branch. Until he finally reached a semi clearing. A large boulder was there, the trees gave way only slightly to allow a bit of light to shine on the boulder.
It looked special, with the way it stood out in the forest.