An unaccustomed hot breeze hit me in the face.
It was strange, the fact that the wind was warm. Especially for someone who only a few days ago had experienced the winter cold.
Still, it wasn't impossible to get used to. In fact, I was already getting used to it. The only problem... was that I had to fight all the time in this heat.
I twirled my spear, swinging it at a wide angle in front of me. A tiger, much bigger than it should have been, with black patterns on it and drooling from its mouth, retreated in the face of my attack.
I quickly reversed my spear, positioned my feet, stood firmly on the ground, and held the tip of my spear, gripped tightly with both hands, toward the tiger.
The tiger roared as if it understood this as a challenge. There was anger in his voice, like I was doing something I shouldn't have done as a 'prey'. Still, I didn't care too much.
