A man in a cloak trots with his horse alone in the cold and dark trail, a calm wind blows in the landscape. It's in the afternoon, yet it's dark, almost as if it was night time from the shadows of the trees.

"I wonder if this thing is even here anymore... maybe Rufa was wrong after all." He thinks to himself as they keep going and going. Suddenly the strange man hears shuffling coming from the woods to his left, he stops his trusty steed... and listens.

A growl escapes from the woods. "Alright, i guess he was right." He shakes his head as the man throws his cloak away and jumps off his horse, the horse gallops away, but not too far. The man draws his sword from his back, waiting for something to come out of the woods,

"Hmm... come on damn you!" He grows impatient and opens his left palm towards the growling.

"Kahn mar, rhuundal!" The warrior shouts towards the trees, the growling gets more intensive and the monster walks out of the woods as it roars towards the warrior showing two rows of it's huge teeth.

Fur covers the tall beast from head to toe, it resembles a wolf, but it has claws rather than paws and is twice the size of it's cousins also seems to have a pair of tails.Getting closer and closer, the warrior stands unshaken, waiting for the moment. A sudden loud roar escapes the beast as it echoes in the distance, it launches at the warrior still standing still. He quickly dodges the attack from the monster, takes a few steps back, taunting the beast with his smile.

It turns towards him, as it growls saliva is running from the side of it's mouth. It attacks the man once again, but not as aggressively this time, it seemed to understand it's past mistake. The man jumps out of the way of it's attack once more and throws a knife at the beast, angering it even more.

As it opens it roars showing it's anger, the man stands ready.

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"Now it's my turn, beast!" He takes a few big steps forward almost leaping towards it, he gets in front of the beast in a split second.

He swings his sword towards the beast's front left leg holding the sword only in his right arm and providing more momentum by swinging his left arm back, but the beast quickly gets on it's back legs barely dodging his first attack.

The man puts his other hand on the bottom of the sword's handle and thrusts forward, the beast not being so agile on it's back legs only, the sword impales it's abdomen.

The warrior knowing this won't be nearly enough, he jumps to the left around his sword, holds it with both hands firmly and pulls his sword out leaving a big cut in the monster.

The beast becoming furious, it immediately swings it's front legs towards the man as he pulled out his sword.

With his swirling momentum he cuts a weak point of the monster forcing his attack to lost most of it's momentum, he planned his attack well. Yet it still was quite dangerous to get hit with that blow, the man cannot seem to be able to dodge this attack.

His eyes open wide as the monster's legs hit the ground shaking it even with that little amount of force.

But the man stands unharmed with one of his knees on the ground on the other side of the monster. He gets up, holds his sword parallel to his body, various runes appear on the sword and start glowing, as he opens his eyes his pupils seemed to have disappeared and his eyes became all black.

He gets up and goes to the laying, hurt and exhausted beast as it's panting, but it surprises the warrior swinging his left front leg, swiping towards the man's head. He ducks and dodges the attack and impales the monster's neck.

"Skulish rhuundal! Sket!"

The runes on his sword glow even brighter as he opens his other palm and puts his arm up towards the sky. A dark shadow escapes from the beast. The Man's steed gets anxious and neighs loudly as a vortex of shadows surround the man and the beast.

The man swiftly takes his sword out leaving the open wound, no blood escapes from the monster, only the darkness.

He seathes his sword and closes his eyes. The runes on his sword stop glowing, the dark fog envelops him as it dissipates. The wind calms down and the area around them stands still.The beast's skin seems to rot away in seconds, it's fur falling to the ground. All that is left is it's bones and it's pale heart.

He calls his horse with a whistle, picks up his ragged cloak and jumps on his horse.

"Good girl, you are getting used to this." He pats the horse and pulls his hood up as they trot away from the scene.