"What?! Get back here!" He hears the guards shout behind him.

They are fast, and he is exhausted, their attacks are also powerful and make it very difficult to defend.

He needs another way to get rid of these guards, fighting with them will only lead to his death.

He manages to get away from the guards by jumping on the roofs, they seem to lose sight of him, he feel like he is getting away.

Suddenly, he hears someone else shouting behind him. "Stop that thief!"

"I'm just borrowing this!"

"You've caused enough trouble already! Let us take you to prison!" They say this as they begin to run again in pursuit of him.

"I don't want to do this but you leave me no choice!"

He cast a water ball from his hand, it heads straight for one of the guards and hits him in the chest. The guard cries out as they are shot back down to the ground, knocking back into the other guards. The guards are now stunned, they are all laying on the ground.

"Later guys!" Max said before he jumped down.

"Come back here!" The guards scream behind him.

As he ran away, he finally lose sight of the guards. He is safe... at least for now.

He finds himself wandering, lost in a city he does not know. After a couple hours of walking, he feels like he's beginning to get a feel for the city layout.

He spot a bar up ahead, there are a few people standing outside of it. He could enter the bar and ask them for directions, maybe even make a few friends.

He walk up to the bar, there are a few patrons inside of it, all drinking beer and chatting, a bard plays a tune in the corner, the room is filled with laughter, and smells strongly of alcohol.

The bar keeps looking at him. "You here to drink?" He has a very loud booming voice which can be heard over the laughter of the other patrons.

"I don't drink, can I get water?"

The bar keeps looking at him strangely, "water? Why are you here, just to drink water?" He looks at one of the other patrons, they look at him, a mixture of confusion and laughter on their faces.

"I don't think this is the place for you kid, this is an adult place!" A loud patron shouts from across the room, his friends laughing around him.

"This is why I hate socializing."

The whole room has now become silent, staring at him.

The bar keep says nothing.

As the room's tension builds, a couple of laughing and drunk patrons start heading towards him, one of them shouts out "You know what to do guys!!!"

The man closest to him and grabs Max chest plate, he pulls Max towards him, trying to grab his sword from his back.

Max react in time, but barely. His reflexes allow him to dodge the man's attack.

He trips himself in his drunken stupor and goes tumbling to the ground.

The rest of the patrons start to laugh, Max can tell that the man is angry.

While the man distracts Max, another patron attempts to hit him from behind, a bottle smashed over his head.

Blood drips out on Max's head, he didn't even feel it and just looked back at the guy who smashed the bottle on his head. Max then grabs the man's arm and throws him on the counter.

The patrons are shocked at his actions as he throw their friend onto the counter.

"What the hell are you doing!?" They shout out.

"You guys started it first!"

Their friend gets up off the counter and starts to charge at him, their friends begin to cheer them on. This would be Max best chance to finish off this rowdy bunch.

Max then stomps the ground and a large magic circle appears and releases a wave of water.

Everyone in the immediate area is swept off their feet by the rush of water, the man that he threw onto the counter immediately starts to drown and is swept away.

Many of the patrons were swept out of the bar, and the rest now seem to be confused and shocked.

Everyone is wet, very wet, and some are starting to get very angry.

"What the hell was that?!" The man he threw off the counter shouted.

"Magic..."

The man is furious. He is soaked, and a mess of water and mud.

"What type of magic is that!?" He shouts.

"He's a water mage!"

Max can see a few more men coming in from outside of the bar, armed with axes and swords.

"Time to leave... I hope it works." Max then stands straight and closes his eyes.

He cast teleportation magic, feeling it take a toll on his mana. He end up in the middle of a forest, with no civilization in sight.

Just a few trees surround him, the silence is deafening. He finally has some time to breathe, safe from the pursuit of the guards and troubles.

He manages to catch his breath, and glad that he is finally safe.

However, he realized that he is stuck in an unfamiliar forest in the middle of nowhere. There is nothing but trees in sight, and the sky is darkening.

"D*mn it! I still can't control that teleportation magic."

This is when he hear something rustling at the top of an approaching tree. It's a large cat, and it is staring right at him, with a very intense expression.

It is much bigger than he anticipated. Its eyes are glowing red, and its claws appear very sharp.

"What a badluck..."

The cat stays silent for a moment, it's still looking down at him. It gives a low rumble through its throat as it stares down at him.

Before he can move it pounces at him from on high, landing directly in front of him, its paws hitting the ground with a loud thud.

It rears back on its hind legs and gets ready for a second attack. There is no sign of fear or concern, this is a predator and it is ready to strike.