Deep in the caverns of the Underground, a lone undead was skirting through dark tunnels, scouring for an opponent. Tensing his legs and feeling the new strength that emerged from them, he sought to get a bit more combat experience. Anything to get stronger even a little bit faster.
Traversing the tunnels with glee, Bie attempted all sorts of things as he trained. He doggedly smashed his fists against a stalagmite in order to dislodge it, and then shouldered the craggy weight as he walked. He started off slow and gradually got used to the weight, speeding up into a steady gait.
And when he got tired with that, he smashed the rock and then started digging his digits into the wall, firmly pressing his heels down on the vertical surface. Practicing his climbing skills required stringent focus, and his improvements were rather quick as he could maintain a decent speed. Once he reached the ceiling though, his smile bloomed as he set his eyes of a firm looking stalactite.
Tensing his muscles and taking deep breaths, he leapt from where he was and flew through the open air. With eyes locked firmly on the rocky outcropping he swung his hand, the red thread tracing a similarly red line in the air as it shot out towards his target.
The light blue hand clasped the tip firmly as Bie glided through the air, the thread holding taut and loosening after he passed the stalactite. Letting it go, he thrust his hand towards another stalactite as he felt puzzled, trying to figure out how to land.
'Um, do I just keep going? It doesn't seem like I'm slowing down,' He thought, as he made circles in the sky from clasping and swinging from rock to rock. He wasn't panicked per se, but he was starting to get worried about the predicament he placed himself in. Though the feeling of dashing through the air was certainly exhilarating, and his body seemed to agree. His normally placid blood was circulating at this moment as his lungs rapidly pushed air, and his own hair was gleefully fluttering as the black strands intermixed with the dijon yellow strands. He looked like an agitated bee chasing someone who stole their hive's honey...
He lost focus momentarily while he chuckled, the laughter throwing off the established rhythm of movement he was caught up in mid-swing. His hands failed to catch a hold of the stalactite it approached, and Bie was sent careening towards a wall with all of the momentum he had acquired. His eyes enlarged into saucers as his eyebrows arched up in surprise, and the air seemed to push against the confines of his body as he rapidly descended foot first.
BANG!
The wall shattered under Bie's foot as the boy tumbled among the resulting stonelike shrapnel. The pebbles battered against all corners of his body, even entwining themselves in his hair. Some of the weapons in the duffel bag appeared to shiver as Bie's hands rapidly passed by them, smacking against the back and the ground.
It took a minute, but Bie finally settled on his stomach, escaping the rocks that propagated his roll as he slid over the ground that was smooth in some places, hard and pointy in others. Bie got up with a grimace, the frown betraying the elation that was still somewhat present. He blew the hair out of his eyes and picked at the stones in it, picking the shards out of his bob and straightening his hair. The hair fibers seemed to aid him as they vaguely moved, pushing themselves back to their original position now that the force that pushed them into disarray was no longer present.
He tapped on the floor, taking in his surroundings as his eyes glowed, small sprouts of light slightly flickering if one looked closely at him. There was hardly any light in the area, but the space was relatively open compared to the average tunnel he had seen so far. The ceiling was low, only about five meters above him. The ground was a mix of grey and white, and the floors felt as if they were expertly marbled. Swirls of grey coalesced into half-baked clouds, and sharp spikes jutted out of the ceiling, tightly bunched together.
"Rrrrr...grrrr..." The sounds that appeared next made Bie shoot up on his feet, the noises getting ever closer rather quickly. There was an audible sniffling accompanied with a pitter patter that sounded more like a rumble, simply because the tapping sound stacked on top of each other.
His hands clenched on a spear he quickly extracted from the burlap bag on his back, angling his body forward with a foot right before the other. Judging by the increasing intensity of the sound, he simply was not fast enough to escape the encroaching crowd that would soon arrive at his location.
His heart pumped strongly as he took breaths, and a small smile settled on his lips. His feet dug even further into the ground, stabilizing his form. He pushed out small gusts of air as adrenaline germinated in his brain, and his vision narrowed to focus on what was right in front of him.
And that was how he evaded the rapid flash that shot out at him, the gleaming claws momentarily filling his line of sight. The spear extricated itself from the stillness that beset it as Bie launched it upwards, the blade piercing what was immediately before it. Since Bie had no attachments to the weapon, he shrugged off the weight that was pressing down on him and threw the cracking spear to the side, flanking his assailant and aiming a foot straight at its head.
The stricken creature had widened eyes as its doglike head was sent reeling backwards, the nose offset from its original position. Bie backed up and rose his fists above his head just in time for another dog creature to knock against them, stepping back as the pressure intensified.
The tension in his arms intensified as he threw his arms to the side, dislodging the creature. Small gashes marred his baby blue arms, deep enough for blood to start dripping down his flesh. Bie wasn't bothered by the open sensation he felt, drawing out a double-sided axe from his stash and advanced to the next blur whirring towards him.
He brandished the axe by the hilt, smacking away the next dog that flew at him by the flat of the blades, and then quickly brought the sharp end down on the dog's neck. The head was cleanly severed, and the durability of the axe degraded steeply. Bie figured that he had a good one or two hits left with the weapon, so he tightened his hold and surveyed the creature as he began sidestepping the rushing beasts.
The wolves were a deep shade of red, and there was a long crest along the sides of its limbs. The crests themselves were somewhat translucent, shimmering like gems in the sunlight. They had no tails, and their hair was thickly packed along its own body. It looked like blunt force wouldn't be that effective against it, so piercing and slashing was the way to go.
"Aha, yeah, I might be able to do this?" Bie weighed the bag, guessing how many weapons were left in it. He was unaware of the gleams further down the passage, and the saliva dropping down the rabid jaws of the waiting creatures. They were watching, almost as if they would jump in the second he became sluggish out of fatigue.