Feyre

The sword struck the Dire Wolf as she screamed in rage, vaguely aware the force of her strike would be what The System called [Devastating Slash]. It lived up to its name, at leas for Feyre. The Dire Wolf's jaw basically disappeared in a cloud of red mist and droplets that splattered over her helmet and chest plate. Its legs were eviscerated as well, mangled stumps all that remained before the healing factor kicked in and both things, jaw and legs, regrew at record pace. She grunted in surprise as she looked at the ground below where she'd hit the Dire Wolf. The ground was completely shattered and an idea began to formulate.

The Dire Wolf had backed up as far as it feasibly could as it regenerated. Feyre thought she saw it slightly less rippling and powerful when it came to the muscles as she looked. Thousands of ideas went through her head and she silently scolded herself for not realising something like that level of regeneration definitely has drawbacks. It likely uses up stored energy to regenerate, all Feyre had to do was damage it over and over until it runs out of energy. She nodded and hastily raised her shield as the Dire Wolf had lunged while she was doing an internal monologue.

No respect nowadays. Usually things let others monologue in a fight... guess this isn't only cliches even if there's way too many.

Feyre was forced back a couple feet as the mass of the massive Dire Wolf slammed into her shield. She had no delusions that if that got her directly it might be the end. She was quite worried about her lack of awareness just now. She couldn't afford to be caught off guard. Unlike the Dire Wolf she didn't have a healing factor. She quickly slashed at it as soon as she regained her footing but it leapt out of the way deftly landing on its feet about 20 feet away. Feyre's lips curled downwards and she readied her sword again preparing for another lunge attack as the Dire Wolf had proven its appreciation of through continuous use. She didn't believe for a second it didn't have the capabilities to do more than just swipe at her, flailing about like a toddler throwing a tantrum, but also didn't want to complain too much. This was by far the most fun she'd had since her death and probably before.

The battle between the Dire Wolf and her went on for a while longer. She hacked and slashed at every opportunity. More often than not scoring deep gashes or even dismemberments which the Dire Wolf just instantly recovered from. She could've sworn it was smaller now. That healing factor definitely had a downside and if it meant that its attacks were weaker she would not be complaining about it any time soon. She wanted a fun challenge, not to court death. She decided to take the initiative again, dashing in as fast as she can and getting a clean, sweeping arc of her sword rising at an angle to cut through as many necessary organs as possible in the Dire Wolf. It was a clean cut, as all of her cuts had been, it obliterated most of the body it touched but still it was recovered from almost immediately.

Feyre thought that, perhaps, the regeneration had slowed slightly but without proof she just continued with her dance of evade, dodge, block, counter and repeat. It worked exceedingly well. The Dire Wolf seemed almost pitiable to her. It was not through lack of trying that it hadn't landed a single direct hit on her. She quickly tried to go for a beheading and that was when she noticed something strange. For the first time the Dire Wolf actually attempted to dodge and failed. Well sort of failed. The sword bit deep into it's jugular but the Dire Wolf had moved enough for it to lose all momentum against it and become trapped.

She tried wrenching it out but the Dire Wolf's regeneration speed meant it was constantly restricted in movement and its thrashing about meant she couldn't get a good grip and base in order to pull it out. Feyre scowled and let go of her sword, and put her shield up again as the Dire Wolf's clawed monstrosity of a paw slammed into her, knocking her away.

She landed on her feet although only barely. This Dire Wolf truly was the first thing that gave her a real struggle and she shook her head trying to control her face to erase her joyful grin. It wasn't proper to do this to her enemies. They deserve some respect.They might be unthinking monsters but they had feelings too. At least before she killed them. She shook her head and slammed her shield into the Dire Wolf for a change. It was sent careening off into a tree and she heard a crunch. Feyre looked at her shield and saw no scratches even after the beating it must've taken in the fight.

The Dire Wolf got up, already healed. Feyre was getting worn out but the Dire Wolf also seemed pretty tired so she pushed through it. A well placed punch landed straight on its snout and it body slammed her in retaliation, knocking her off her feet and into a vulnerable position to be in against many enemy let alone one such as this. She whipped a leg out, the sheer force of blunt impact sending the Dire Wolf flying backwards and into the ground. It whimpered for the first time and the damage dealt took significantly longer to heal.

Feyre saw this and nodded to herself. She assumed her hypothesis on the energy taken to regenerate being able to wear it down as more of a fact now. She glanced at the sword still poking out of its throat tantalisingly. It begged her to pull it out but she knew it'd be a futile effort. She struggled to her knees and propped herself against a tree, seeing the wolf also slowly getting up. She distantly heard an irregular sound akin to a carriage from some Jane Austen adaptation. She chuckled and shook her head at the absurdity. No one would willingly drive a carriage anywhere near this thing. Unless they were so powerful that this sort of strength was pitiful. In which case she really didn't want to get too involved in case the member of inquisition she was meant to be a playing the part of while wearing this armour is meant to be more powerful than she is currently. That was a scary thought to have and somehow distracted her from the hulking Dire Wolf in front of her long enough for it to recover it's footing and prepare another attack.

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Feyre did a once over of the beast and shook her head again for what felt like the 30th time today. Her vision was slightly blurry but she paid no heed to her leaking eyes. Any dust that was kicked up from the altercations had settled, either on the ground or on one of the combatants. There was a tensing of muscles from both sides as one planned to make a move and the other attempted to anticipate it. Then Feyre heard the rolling wheels of the carriage she had dismissed earlier as not real getting ever closer and decided she'd try to end this as quickly as possible. No point getting innocents wrapped up in this even if it might be a breeze for them.

She tried identifying the Dire Wolf again.

[System: Identify Creature? Y/N]

She jabbed her finger into the Y and willed it to show stats instead of a description.

[System: Stats: Dire Wolf HP: 1943/2100.]

[System: Stats: Dire Wolf Mana: 2/589.]

[System: Status: Dire Wolf Alignment: Monsters.]

[System: Through ingenious use of the skill [Identify] a new skill has been unlocked. You are now able to use [Universal Status] on any creature with a [Status] from [The System].]

Feyre's eyes widened in surprise at the fact she could now do this. It wasn't as in depth as her own status screen but it was certainly worth it for quick checks. Also the new skill offered by the system is the first time she reckons she got something not from the Administrators directly and the System wasn't just being broken and buggy. Not so useless after all. She smiled knowingly at the Dire Wolf, it was not unreasonable to her to assume it healed through using Mana and was therefore not going to be healing nearly as much, if at all, now.

Seems like I won this War of Attrition...

Feyre smirks as she dashes forwards and drives her shield down into it before it has any reasonable time to react. It wasn't a kill but Feyre saw it only partially healed itself from this and quickly strafed to the side to get a better grip on the handle of her sword still just poking out of its throat.

With a strong heave she finally yanks it out and jumps backwards a few feet as the Dire Wolf flails around, its blood splattering out and onto the ground in what could only be described as a small torrent. She sighed and for the second time today went for an overhead swing that the system obviously thought was [Devastating Slash]. The Dire Wolf stopped flailing and instead fell sideways. Sideways both ways as it was cut vertically down the line by Feyre's sword. As Feyre dealt the final blow she heard the unmistakable sound of shouting from behind her and saw the Carriage that had just crested a small peak in the nearby road. Said road carried on for a bit until where Feyre and the Dire Wolf had fought which was shattered and decimated like some sort of small explosive ordinance was dropped there.

"Oi! What in [The System] happened to the road!?"

A burly looking man in semi plate and a helmet covering his face was walking a bit ahead of the carriage along with a smaller man in leathers and cloak also covering the majority of his feature. Fianlly a woman in some sort of amalgamation of mail and leather was a bit further behind and closer to the Carriage. The man wielded in his hands an ornate looking Great Axe almost the size of Feyre, the smaller man had a Japanese looking short sword/dagger that Feyre recalled was called a Tanto as well as a more European looking dagger in his other hand. Meanwhile the woman held a Long bow and had a quiver of arrows at her waist. The three saw Feyre and her weapons, tensing and calling for the carriage to stop gruffly. As it did so they raised their weapons a bit more and started approaching.

Suddenly a rotund, wealthy looking man with mousy brown hair and a pleasant smile on his face opened a door to the carriage and popped out.

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Tyrril

He heard a gruff order for his carriage to stop from Karrlund and Emrik. This was not usual so he decided to investigate for himself. He trusted the three Gold Plate Adventurers he'd hired to not make any rash decisions but was still slightly cynical about adventurer guild adventurers' knowledge of threats in this part of the region so decided to see what the hold up was. What he saw shocked him and also made him curse his choice in guards, if only briefly. An Inquisitor. Not just any Inquisitor either, but a lieutenant and his guards must not have seen the symbols through all the blood and were acting in a threatening manner towards her. Looking past her he blanched. Behind her was what could be called nothing short of a natural disaster. Well it would be called that if it still lived. Borderline immortal, Dire Wolf Tanks are things that it may take entire adventurer groups where all 10 members are at the Diamond rank minimum.

"Inquisitor! It is an honour for one as humble as myself to meet one of your esteemed holiness..."

His voice carried true and obviously his guards paused at this. Even the Inquisitor seemed minorly surprised that he recognised her, which was fair since they were as rare as snow in the Agathi Desert nowadays and especially this far east of the Iftani Theocracy.

The Inquisitor seemed to be in a good mood however as she didn't immediately attack the guards who had borne such unadulterated offense towards her. Tyrril was pleased, they were idiots but he had grown fond of this small band consisting of Karrlund, Emrik and Pavolia. Then she did something he didn't expect.

"Ah, none of the formalities please. I tire of such drivel."

The Inquisitor waved her hand dismissively and turned back to her kill, walking over to it and inspecting it.

"Where are you lot headed then?"

Tyrril frowned. Inquisitors only asked that if they were about to commandeer a carriage...