He walked closer toward it when, four paws leapt forward and pushed on seraph's back he suddenly felt his weight shift forward and he began tumbling forward. He rolled a few times and finally ended up on the grass just in front of the rock, whipping his head around he turned to see A gigantic wolf smiling at him flanked by two other wolves with equally sinister expressions.
He then felt a shock wave of pain shoot up his leg, He looked down to see that the stick that only stuck out slightly from his leg was now halfway inside of it. He should've pulled it out when he had the chance to. Desperate...
He began crawling to the rock, where he could see around the trees black shadows darting around, he couldn't see the wolves directly but their piercing black eyes that reflected the gentle sun made him able to recognize the tiny white dots in the shadow, that suddenly twitch to one side and then to the next focusing on him then to the wolves out in the open. The eyes surrounded the little opening he was in.
They increased in volume and the noise of the wolves laughing was unbearable, A mixture between a lion's roar and a hyena's sinister laughter reverberated through his head and echoed through the dense foliage of the forest. Deep and threatening yet high pitch and frequent enough to make Seraph fear for his life.
Grabbing the rock he pulled himself up and turned around to face the Lion like wolf who only watched as Seraph pitifully crawled himself across the floor of the forest.
He stared at the wolf, the wolf's sinister smile didn't drop from his face. It only grew wider, into an inhumane and savage look befitting for a wolf. The wolf's paw slowly dipped across the ground as he walked closer and closer to Seraph.
'Dear god... please help me.' Seraph could only press himself further against the gigantic rock, the wolf continued to press further it titled its head looking at seraph from all directions. Like a butcher examining meat.
The Wolf suddenly slammed its gigantic paws against the ground and leapt in the air. It's fur flew back and it opened its maw to reveal its red gums and his gigantic razor sharp teeth.
"God! Please help!" Seraph shouted out in fear, tightly closing his eyes and placing his hands in front of his face he wanted to desperately shrink into the rock when he felt the cold air whip around his face and a gentle hand run down his ear, to his check and then glide off his jaw.
The sudden change made him open his eyes, An old man with great white long hair and a great white beard stood in front of him. His robes cascaded down his body and dragged slowly across the floor, a tight sash was neatly tightened around his waist to give him a neat feel.
'What? Where am I? I died didn't I?' He panned his view around to see the rough base of a mountain fill his view, there was no sense of flora around it either only the old man and looking down a small pond that the old man was slowly walking into.
Seconds Later [ Holy Light Learned]
[ After Vehemently, reading the bible, discussing the bible and preaching out to god's name. You've earned right as one of his chosen monks to begin practicing a small fraction of the light that fills heavens while also keeping sinisters and demonic entities away from the gates of heavens]
[ Holy Spear Learned ]
[ A manifestation of John's teachings. After Learning with John for a few weeks you have developed a deep bond that comes within the form of this holy spear. Made of holy light.]
A graceful voice filled his ear, Which made him feel calm and forced him to digest what he was listening to.
After the message was over, Seraph could see the old man standing in the pond staring at him with a gentle elderly smile on his face.
Seraph watched intently, The Old Man whispered "Holy Spear"
A gentle light gas slowly condensed into the Old Man's Palm, Seraph could feel the same gentle gas form into his palm however at a faster rate compared to the old man.
The Old Man then extended his finger and a spear cut through the air. Like a bullet it ran through the air and then dispersed after two seconds of it just flying in the air with no trajectory. The Old Man raised his palm again and this time swiped his hand down, five spears forming in the air and shooting out simultaneously. Seraph watched the old man do this and was about to attempt to do the same when the old man raised a finger to his lips.
Then continued with his demonstration, This time clasping his hands together and simply looking in a direction spears began to filter into the air some even closed around seraph, he couldn't count their numbers their were simply way to many spears simply hovering in the air and then shot themselves into the air before dispersing.
Seraph nodded, He then raised his palm gently and then focused. The holy light which gathered in his palm slowly condensed, the gases wrapped around each other and condensed before condensing further ,as it condensed his finger tips could feel the warmth of the solid holy light that hovered just slightly under his hand.
He then using his mind launched it forward, the old man disappeared and the world he was in faded away as the humid feel of the forest returned to him. He could see the wolf's opened mouth revealing its teeth and its terrifying expression reappear and enclose on him ever so slowly and then the holy spear drive through the wolf's hide slowly before shooting out the other end of the wolf.
Seraph saw this all in slow motion, He could see the wolves expression change from utter dominance and begin to slowly change as the spear entered into him until...
The wolf popped, Dark ash imploding from the wolf from all sides and splattering across seraph's face. The laughing of the wolves continued for a few more seconds until it went silent, the two wolves that Seraph could see fully because they were out in the open had terrified expressions drawn all over their face.
He could see the darting white dots in the forest cease to a stand still, then they slowly descended to look at the dark ashy pile of their once beloved wolf leader.
Seraph was surprised about the outcome…
….
A black shadow slowly encased John's figure, but he quickly raised his arm allowing the beast to savor the taste of his armored forearm and the blood that seeped through the cracks of it. The force of the pounce suddenly whipped John to the side and face first onto the ground, the wolf began pulling however John quickly took out his knife and embedded it into the wolf's eye.
The wolf howled in pain, however he didn't let it go he pulled the knife down. Removing the side of the wolf's jaw and eye leaving it hanging off a now mutilated face.
John heard another wolf, it leaped on his back and pushed him down attempting to pin him, but john reacted faster grabbing his knife he twisted to the side with inhuman strength and slammed the wolf into the floor where he viciously got on his knees and began stabbing the wolf in the neck with the knife. He could hear the wolf gurgling as his throat was ripped out, he could also hear the steps of the other wolves beginning to circle him.
He roared. His beard covered in blood and the meat he gouged out from the wolves, a wolf took his challenge roaring as it pounced onto john's knife wielding arm and pulling him down further as another wolf latched onto his knee and snapped it.
He roared in pain, but fiercely clenched his knife with his other hand and gouged out the eyes of the wolf biting his arm and then used his other leg to kick the wolf biting madly at his leg, it wouldn't let go a death grip holding onto john. He raised his knife, and swung it down on the wolf piercing it's skull, pulling back blood splattered across him as brain matter slightly coiled around his knife. Only then did it let go, the trousers john roar was ripped to the shreds as it revealed the bone of his leg.
Torrential amount of pain assaulted john, He could feel the corner of his vision fading however, he persisted using his shear will and his abnormal strength.
He heard a gigantic roar come from the massive wolf.
The wolves threw themselves at john. The fur armor he had wrapped around his body slow got discarded in the mayhem, the fur that covered the fur armor was scratched and bitten away until you could only see the dark gray leather of it. John had a knife in one hand and used it to maime the wolves that came near to him, when he lost the knife he resorted to use his fists to punch the wolves and gouge out their eyes using his thumbs.
They clawed and bit him, eventually revealing his exposed chest and armor to the wolves. The wolves that assaulted his legs pulled away taking a souvenir with them that made John roar out in pain, however the wolves eventually began to pull away from john… who's will to survive and anger made them surprise.