Authors note: just thought i would respond to a few of the reviews, i have no intention of making my character OP, although i am planning on him gaining it like weed leveling skills and stats, rather then just being granted power.Althorn is going to work for his i promise. further more this is my first attempt at a boss chapter (yes the direwolf isnt't a boss but its a great deal stronger than Althorn) so as such it is a bit smaller than usual. However never fear i intend to get out the next chapter later tonight, and you will finally be able to see.... HIS STATS etc so look forward to that, and its almost 2x as long as my usual chapters so yeah. thanks for reading
oh and please point out any mistakes
-regards umbrawolf
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The great fury bulk of the dire wolf flew towards the seemingly stunned Althorn, its gaping maw was out stretched, ready to finish off the weak meat that had entered it’s hunting grounds.
But at the last second Althorn acted. Rather as most experienced fighters, who would move to the side or deflect the attack. Althorn rolled under the leap sword outstretched causing a gash to appear along the dire wolfs belly
-critical hit-
Fighting spirit +2
-20 hp
Rolling to his feet Althorn quickly moved to the side, feet dancing on the long grass, blood leaking from the counter of the dire wolf. Causally the wolf and Althorn began to circle, spittle hung heavy off the dire wolves snout and it’s grey fur ruffled slightly from the wind whispering through the for]est.
The wolfs respect of it’s tasty foe had risen somewhat at it’s opponents quick counter, however the scars that were scattered about the wolf’s sleek frame attested to the wounds and victory’s it had claimed, worse than Althorns quick attack. Deciding that it’s foe was worth facing it used the dire wolfs most threatening ability, raising its snout it howled long and loud
Dire wolf used terrifying howl
Without pause the wolf charged at Althorn but to its surprise Althorn Seemed to be completely unaffected as he countered the wolfs strike with a swift rejoinder of his own. Neither of the blows connecting as they once again began to circle each other
+5 fighting spirit
Foregoing flashy kill techniques the dire wolf began to fight Althorn using a customary wolfen strategy bleeding the foe.
-5hp
-5hp
To sharp nips sent a long shiver of pain up Althorns arm, he sent concise furious slashes towards the savage dire wolf head, however the dire wolf that was at least 10 lvls above Althorn and its high strength and agility allowed it to doge Althorns attack with relative ease.
It was surprising for any lvl 50 player to survive this long against a dire wolf, Althorns continued existence was due to one physical ability that was not restricted or enhanced by stats, reaction time. Turning the wolf leaped towards Althorn catching him off balance after his last attack forcing him to crash heavily to the ground, the wolfs weighty bulk above him. Sharp fangs headed towards Althorns unprotected neck but with a swift movement. Rather than pointlessly trying to stop the wolf crushing jaws, Althorn knocked the snarling face down towards his armored leather tunic
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-Armour has broken, cannot be repaired-
+2 fighting spirit
-20 hp-
As the beasts jaws were stuck tearing at the thick leather, Althorn rammed once finger into the enraged wolfs eye, while simultaneously shoving against its bulk
-critical hit-
-you are bleeding losing health 5hp/sec-
Despite Althorn's quick reaction his health was steadily dropping. The leather tunic’s destruction may have stopped the killing blow, but large bloody rents had appeared on his chest.
At the sight of its heavily bleeding foe the wolf did not feel triumphant the loss of one eye caused deep throbbing pain up into its skull, and for the first time since the battle had begun its bleeding enemy had started to talk, slow mumbling as most weaklings did when begging for safety, however the noise coming from the mouth of the opposing swordsman seemed completely impassive, despite its lacerated chest.
The battle raged on between Althorn and the wolf, and while both their health bars dropped heavily Althorn was defiantly in a worse position, while the dire wolf still remained in the lower yellows, while Althorn was deep in the red. Triumphantly scenting the weakness of its foe the wolf moved in for the kill. Charging forward the wolf closed in for the kill, eager to tear out the throat of the puny enemy that had hurt it so.
Althorn fell forward hand lying flat on the ground sword falling softly into the long grass, time seemed to have slowed to a crawl, the wolfs fetid breath invading Althorns nose, its teeth began to clamp Althorns pale neck. But the wolf in the midst of its final strike heard something very curiously emanating from its soon to be dead foe.
“earth strike”
-You have used Earth Strike (combat casting)-
-Lvl Up-
+20 fighting spirit
New skill gained Bleak Aura
Althorn fell back cushioned by the soft grass as the wolf slumped on the ground, a large spike of dirt and stone impaling its body.“Waste of a good skin” sighed Althorn distantly as he heavily pulled out a role of white cotton bandages.
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