Dark grey fur and black markings that wrapped around its arms like tattoos. The monster in front of us wasn't much different than any other werewolf. It was just a little larger and more muscular with a different colour palate. Yet the air around me chilled nonetheless, even more so than the other ones. My heart constricted to the beast's breathing, like it would give out any second.
I couldn't move my legs. Stuck like a tree stump in the ground, my feet remained rooted in place.
Move! Move! Move, dammit!
"FORD!", Scott's voice sounded heavy and threatening. "HELP ISSOLA!".
Snapping out of my sorry state, I looked back to Issola. I had to go help her. Breaking free from my invisible chains, I looked to her body slumped against a tree.
I ran over to her as fast as I could. There wasn't much I could do to help Scott with my injured ankle, so I had to support Issola for now.
"Issola, are you ok?", I asked as my hands didn't seem to know what to do.
Her left hand raised shakily, pointing to something, "...ag- b...g".
Confused, I followed her line of sight, "Oh, the bag".
I sprinted, more like hopping as I was still not used to using the plank as support.
The area that surrounded us was somewhat open. Only a few trees and some large rocks stood here and there.
- - - - -
The werewolf looked at Scott, surveying its opponent's capabilities. Scott opted to do the same thing.
The werewolf, though it seemed smarter than the other ones, was still a beast. In other words, it's patience now, had grown thin.
The werewolf charged on all fours.
Yet Scott didn't do a thing. Instead he just stood there, as if there wasn't even a monster there in the first place.
The werewolf did not seem to care, still choosing to continue its charge.
Within a second, Scott pulled out his firearm. Aiming it at the beast.
4 shots were fired. The werewolf had dodged 3 of them. Tossing and turning it's body so as to avoid them. Though the 3rd bullet had put it in an inconvenient position.
Bingo, I looked at the two as I pulled the bag over to Issola.
The beast however had other plans. Choosing to sacrifice its arm to the fourth bullet, the beast was still alive, though it was bleeding immensely.
"Tch", Scott looked at his gun.
The werewolf approached once again, this time manoeuvring around the little trees and rocks that were present.
Scott had shot a few more times. However the wolf's cunning prevented him from landing another shot.
Scott now had to rely on the long sword he had to his side. Unsheathing it to reveal a light grey blade with crimson patterns.
The werewolf had finally closed the distance. It's claw high in the air, a large gust of wind forming behind, as it swung to Scott's head.
- - - - -
I presented the backpack to Isolla, though she couldn't even move her arm to open it.
"Bo...e- bott...", her lips barely parted as she spoke.
"Fuck, don't you die on me!", I dug into the bag.
Pulling out the contents within, I came across a vial of fluorescent liquid. Pulling it up, I saw a sparkle in her eyes.
"I don't know whether this is a good thing or poison, but it's worth a shot".
I brought the vial to her mouth, pouring it in. She didn't seem to reject it, so I believed it was ok. The liquid dripped down the sides of her mouth as she desperately drank. Before my eyes, the wounds that she once possessed closed, healing themselves.
I was surprised, but there were more important things at hand.
"Ugh, I was saving that, spent good money on it too", she spat angrily, wiping away the liquid.
- - - - -
Ducking to evade the strike, Scott, pushed his sword up to stab the wolf's chest..
Victory right in his sights...
Though the attempt was crushed immediately as the blade was struck out of his hands.
The beast brought its claw to Scott's neck, choking him as he was lifted off the ground. The werewolf gazed deep into Scott's eyes, a wave of joy and pleasure felt when seeing him struggle to set himself free. The werewolf then threw Scott right back down, to the snowy floor like a rag doll. The werewolf continued strangling Scott slowly, savouring the thrill of the hunt till the last second.
Scott fought to pull away the beasts hands from his throat. Yet it was to no avail.
He kicked and punched, but he was slowly losing himself.
A ray of hope in the darkness revealed itself.
2 daggers were thrust into the back of the werewolf, it's grip loosening for a moment.
Enough time for Scott to think clearly, pulling his gun to the wolf's gut.
"GraaAAAAAH".
*Bang*
*Bang*
*Bang*
*Click*
*Click*
*Click*
*Click*
*Click*
He shot till his voice gave out and gun had no ammo.
The high-class werewolf was dead. And just like last time, I didn't do a thing.
"Haaah, that was a tough one", Issola heaved a sigh, wiping away her sweat.
Scott glared at her.
"I know I was incapacitated for 90% of that fight, but I was also fighting for my life", she looked to the side puffing out her cheeks in response.
"And I saved your life", she teased. "Drinks are on you~".
Drowning in belittling thought, my eyes remained fixed on the werewolf.
"Yo Ford", Isolla walked up to me, putting her hand on my shoulders.
"Nice work!", she pulled her hand into a thumbs up. "I thought I was dead for a second".
"But I didn't do anything", I mumbled.
"Didn't do anything?", she laughed, surprised. "You saved my life... didn't think you would count that as nothing".
"No-".
"I know you want to do more, but you already did plenty", she spoke softly. "As a matter of fact, if I had died, so would Scott".
"We're both kinda indebted to you now", she scratched her head.
"You did good", she ruffled my hair.
I looked over at Scott to see how he was doing.
Apparently he was also looking here as our eyes met. The next thing he did really surprised me though.
Pulling up his hand into a thumbs up, he showed off a crooked smile as if he hadn't ever committed such an "offensive act" before.
I chuckled at his attempt at cheering me up.
He wasn't a bad guy, just a little lacking in social skills.
"Well then, shall we head off", Issola looked at the two of us. "We'll get there by tomorrow morning if we go now".
She had this burning glint in her eyes. She was really fired up, wasn't she?
But also, do you hear yourself woman? We'll get there by morning? I need some sleep after that gruelling, anxiety and stress riddled fight.
I looked towards Scott, but he seemed to agree with her.
Give me a break.