As the wolf hurls itself through the air, wind forming in its mouth, there's a flash of bright light and another robed figure who I assume is a mage is standing there.

[??? - Lvl.???]

Raising his hand, he mutters “[Levitation]”

All the wolves, apart from the giant wolf, slowly float into the air. The wolves grow silent as confusion ebbs across their faces. The giant wolf stops readying its wind attack and carefully looks at the mage. The floating wolves slowly drop to the ground as the giant wolf howls. They bare their fangs at the new arrival. The mage casts another spell.

“Shadow lance”

Slowly a lance of pure shadow forms in the air. A moment later it speeds towards the giant wolf. It tries to leap out of the way. Smaller wolves jump at it, trying to stop it, but it tears through all of them. Blood and the corpses of many wolves, along with the giant wolf, litter the ground.

“He did it” a knight exclaims

“What did you expect? A level fifty one Wind wolf versus a high mage past at least level seventy” another knight comments.

As the knights celebrate over the fact they survived a shadow crosses the high mages face.

“How did this happen?” he asks a knight.

“We were just crossing over the Elton bridge when it suddenly collapsed beneath us. Luckily as we fell one of the two mages accompanying us managed to cast a spell which cushioned the landing. He was the first one of us to die. The other mage is dead as well. One to the Wind wolf andf one to a wooden arrow”

The high mages eyebrows shot up, a look of anger appears on his face “Why was this not the first thing you told me. Not only are we facing a titan monster, it's a sentient one too” he practically screams.

The knight opens his mouth to say something but a loud growl interrupts him.

At the edge of the clearing wolves of all sizes, ranging from slightly bigger than the Wind wolf to the size of the one I had been fighting, appear. Atop the back of the largest wolf sits a cloaked figure.

Without a moment's hesitation the cloaked figure pulls out a bow and arrow before knocking it and firing half a second later. The arrow takes a knight in the head, killing him instantly. At the sight of this all the wolves, including the one carrying the cloaked figure, race towards the knights and high mage. The cloaked figure shoots arrow after arrow. Weapons at the ready, the knights prepare themselves.

At the last moment, before the two forces collide, the high mage fires at the cloaked figure. Bolts of shadow hit the Wind wolf drawing blood and killing it, but the cloaked figure leaps off while yelling

“[Arrow hail]” in a feminine voice, as they shoot an arrow. The arrow multiplies in midair. Soon at least two dozen are sailing towards the high mage. He dashes to the side yelling

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“[Hands of darkness]” Out of his back emerges two arms. Shadow arms. They grasp for the cloaked figure, who calls

“[Haste]” as they zoom out of the way, their agility increased. I stare in wonder and amazement as my eyes can barely follow their fight. A stream of shadow there, a barrage of arrows there. I shift my body but accidentally snap a stick. Nothing seems to hear me, apart from one wolf barely five meters away.

[Wolf - Lvl.5]

It stairs at the bush. Its eyes not moving away for a second. Even as wolves all around it charge at knights. It stares. Eyes intently watching the bush for movement as it slowly creeps forward.

I stare. Why did the wolf have to find me? I could probably kill it but that might alert all the other wolves. The wolf is now mere meters away. I draw on my bow and an arrow. Knocking the arrow I aim at the wolf ready to fire if needs be. Seeing the movement the wolf leaps forward closing in. I release the arrow. It strikes the wolf in the eyes. The wolf howls in pain. Moments later it drops silent. A knight stands there, sword pierced through the wolf's neck.

[You have killed a Wolf - Lvl.7]

[You have leveled up Elf from Lvl.4 - Lvl.5]

[You have gained 3 stat points]

I put all my points in agility rounding it out to twenty.

The knight stares at my arrow. He opens his mouth to speak but before he can, a wind wolf tears into him killing him immediately. The wind wolf however doesn't notice or care about the arrow as it bounds off, launching itself at a different knight. I now know that if I try to run I will be seen. If I run I will probably die. So I sit in the bush, body tense, watching the fight. Slowly the knights manage to take ground killing wolf after wolf thanks to the help of the high mage. The high mage would kill the wind wolf by flinging a spell its way, while at the same time holding off the cloaked figure. At a glance it looks like an even fight, but if you look closely you can see the cloaked figure is slowly getting pushed back. Movements getting slower, spells cast less. At this point it was only a matter of time.

A few minutes later all the wolves, except a few low level ones, are dead. Most of the knights are dead but there are still half a dozen left. The fight between the high mage and cloaked figure has lost most of its former intensity. Now the cloaked figure can only barely dodge the high mages magic, while the high mage has taken a few hits. But we can all see the cloaked figure is mere moments away from losing.

The high mage hand raised uses the last skill of the battle.

“[Hands of darkness]”

The words ring around the clearing. The cloaked figure turns to run. But it is too late.

“No” they scream in panic.

One of the dark hands grabs the back of their head before bashing their face into the ground. The cloaked figure lies there on the ground unconscious.

The high mage yells at the knights “secure the clearing” before walking over to the cloaked figure. He crouches next to her head. Still planted down in the dirt. He peels back their cloak's hood.

They are not human and are definitely a girl. I can only see their face but they have pointy ears like me. They have short jet black hair and dark brown skin. I can't see their eye colour or any other details from where I am. I slowly start turning around. The remaining knights are looking for anything hiding in the brush around the clearing edge. Like me.

I crawl from one bush to another hiding behind trees and rocks as I do so. When I think I am far enough away, I spring to my feet ready to take off. But before I do so, I take one last glance back toward the clearing. The high mage is staring right at me. As I stare back he casts a spell and a net of darkness comes flying at me moving at insane speeds. I barely dodge out of the way before sprinting away as fast as I can. I don’t know why I did not want the humans to see me but something in me just said “enemy” whenever I looked at them. As I run through the forest, looking backwards every few seconds, I slowly put more distance between myself and the clearing. After I feel I am a safe distance away, I sit on top of a rock. My eyes scan the brush around the rock not staying in the same place for too long. Until I see it.

[Slime - Lvl.4]