Lothar bravely walked forward, his figure slowly approaching the rumbling fight of a pig versus a bear. As nature dictates, a pig should always lose to a bear, but that is just normal nature. This is fantasy nature, so anything could happen.
As he got closer to the two monsters, he previous bravery slowly diminished as he was left standing frozen near the two fighting monsters.
'WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING!?' After all, even if a person has assurance that he won't be harmed, his survival instincts would immediately tell him to not approach any kind of danger, no matter how safe he was. Of course, that excludes the people whose survival instincts were out of whack due to modern life, but that's a different story altogether.
Now regretting his decision, Lothar backed away, and for some unforeseen reason, tripped on a stone, causing him to stumble. He groaned and looked at the two monsters that were now looking at him like some kind of juicy meat served on a platter.
"… Uh… I'm not food…?" Deciding that the human was a tastier looking food than each other, the two monsters opted to lunge at the defenseless little morsel on the ground. Lothar could do nothing but scream as he braced for death, his arms raised in nothing more than instinct.
As Lothar waited for the pain to come, he saw the bear being shoved to the side by the orc and crashing against a tree. Not wanting to share the tasty looking food on the ground, the bear growled and tackled the orc to the ground. The two of them snarled at each other before another round of "Who eats Who?" commenced once again.
Taking this as an opportunity, Lothar got his ass out of the heat and as far away as possible from the two destructive forces of nature.
Although they wouldn't compare to… Let's say a dragon…
'Okay, first of all, that was terrifying as hell!' Lothar clutched his chest as he feared he may suffer a heart attack, but reconsidered due to the skill he had. 'On the other hand, my skill works!'
A mad cackle came out of his lips, his laugh echoing through the woods.
"I'm fucking OP! Take that, life! Never again shall you make me choke on pizza!" Lothar yelled from the top of his lungs, his shouts scaring various birds out of their nests due to the loud sound.
After his high was over, he then slumped on his ass, leaning against a tree trunk as he pondered his options.
'Now… What the fuck should I do? I don't have to worry about myself, so I should probably be focusing on looking for a place to hunker down for the night, and maybe look for signs of civilization…'
Standing up, Lothar grabbed the club he yoinked from the dead goblin earlier. Once again, following the river in hopes of finding something, he walked forward, his eyes alert against the surroundings.
Lothar may have plot armor on his side, but that isn't a reason to be inattentive to your surroundings. He walked for an hour, his feet getting tired from all the walking, before he stumbled upon something of interest.
"A tent…?" He wondered aloud, his hand gripping the club. Trudging along the riverbank, Lothar carefully scanned the tent with his eyes. Noticing that no one was nearby, his guard went up even higher. 'Are they gone? Did they leave this tent here? Are they coming back?'
Lothar's mind jumbled to a halt as he spotted some figures wandering about in the bushes. Taking some short strides to a nearby tree, Lothar concealed himself behind the trunk.
Peeking a bit, he felt like he was some kind of voyeur, but slapped himself with reality. His attentive gaze focused on the shaking brush. He held his breath as his hands clutched the wooden club tight.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Hearing a female voice behind him, however, was not one he was anticipating in the slightest. Lothar turned around in surprise and shock, only to be met by a stunning female who would put most models back on Earth to shame.
That thought died a brutal and horrifying death as cold steel pressed against his throat, the sharp blade of her sword digging into his skin, but not enough to make him bleed.
"I'll ask again: who are you and what are you doing here?" The female's eyes narrowed, her grip on the sword tightened. Fearing for his life, Lothar squeaked out an answer.
"M-my name is Lothar Edwin! As for what I'm doing here… I'm lost!" Holding his hands up as a sign of submission, the female raised her eyebrows, her long ears twitching slightly as the blade in her hands slowly retreated from his skin.
'Hold on… Long ears…? ELF!' Lothar, however, was completely dumbstruck the moment he realized that he was talking to a purebred elf. A common species in fantasy media that is popular among people on Earth due to their natural beauty.
And seeing one now in the flesh, Lothar admits that the media didn't do them justice.
"… Beautiful…" Inadvertently whispering out loud, the elf raised her other eyebrow as she stepped away from Lothar with a curious gaze.
"First time seeing an elf, human?" Lothar absentmindedly nodded as the elf giggled a bit. "At least you're honest. Lady Millana, it is safe to come out now."
From the brush came another elf who was short in stature and otherwise incredibly doll-like. Glancing at the human, who was still staring in shock at the two elves, the shorter of the two, Millana, looked at the taller one with a tilt of her head.
"Does this human require any help?" The taller elf nodded as she sheathed her sword. Noticing the action, Millana nodded and looked back at Lothar, who was confused at the rather peculiar situation he had found himself in.
"My blade does not lie, as you yourself have experienced, Lady Millana." The taller elf glances briefly at her liege while patting the sword that now rested within its scabbard before focusing on Lothar once more. "And yes, this human does need help indeed."
'… Is this still my skill working on steroids? Then it's fucking awesome!' As the two elves discussed what to do with Lothar, the man himself was busy praising his skill for sending him to two elves who would gladly help him as long as he remained submissive.