Entering the forest, Mark felt a strong smell of nature. It was even slightly intoxicating, given the polluted air of the city.
Walking slowly along the edge of the forest, one could hear a biting sound from blows.
"Worth knowing what it is"
A few minutes later, Mark approached the clearing. The smell of blood was already in the air, and Mark felt energized by it. Hiding behind a tree, he looked out.
There were many bodies of wolves scattered across the field, all of them with wounds. Their blood is heifer on the ground making it even more scarlet, their gray skins have already lost their color, replacing the burgundy.
Swoosh. Another blow sounded. Looking in the direction from which the blow sounded, Mark instantly cringed. Around the snake a little more than a meter lay a mass of bodies of wolves, they created a circle that the snake used as a defense against the group.
Opposite the snake was the last wolf. He, unlike the rest of the mass, had a more shiny skin, in the sun it gave off color, metal. The snake in front of him hissed angrily. She was no longer as wild and tireless as before, and just waited for the moment.
The wolf assessed the snake for some time, but in the end, having lost his patience, uttering a howl rushed at her. When he ran up to her, he instantly stopped jumping up and threw his claw at the snake.
It happened unexpectedly, and blood could be seen oozing from the paw of the wolf leader.
The snake that was preparing to make a trap was caught at that moment, and instead of running, it froze for a moment. As a result, when it became too late, she, trying to jump back, was cut into two parts.
Woooooooooooo
The victorious howl of the leader of the wolves sounded. He was limping towards the snake when he heard the crack of a branch under Mark's feet. Earlier, after what he saw, he was going to retire. Unfortunately, his luck was not on his side at that moment.
Having understood what happened, Mark had no choice but to enter the field, because running away from the wolf is that stupidity.
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Seeing that a wolf man had entered the battlefield, he growled warning, and he himself slowly approached assessing the enemy.
Seeing the fear in the eyes of the enemy, the leader of the wolves raised his fur and rushed at the enemy. Opening his mouth, he tried to tear off Mark's head. To which he put a block out of fear, blocking the jaws of the swords. The sword itself was stuck in the wolf's teeth grip.
For some time, the situation of the battle stopped, the wolf pressed, and Mark continued to resist. Not wanting to pull anymore, Mark kicked the wolf leader's body. From this, the wolf loosened its grip, which Mark expected. Taking hold of the hilt of the sword with both hands, he stretched out the sword along the way inflicting a wound in the mouth of the wolf when he opened his jaws and let the blade pass through his mouth.
The wolf howled plaintively, jumped back and began to spit out blood and howl, trying to overcome the pain.
The very fact of this touched the pride of the leader, and the wolf stood in a stance where he spread his front paws. Waving them, he released a claw from each paw.
Mark was miraculously able to beat off one claw when the second dug into his right shoulder. From such pain, Mark almost let go of the sword. It was a feeling that he was covered with a wave of unprecedented pain.
Looking at the wound, one could see a green web spread around the wound.
- DAMN, Mark shouted realizing that his fight time is decreasing very quickly, and his mind is slowly losing consciousness.
Having run to the first ones on his own initiative, Mark felt how his body was burning from poison, and his blood was boiling from not wanting to die. In the eyes of the wolf, it was more like a last desperate push. Narrowing his eyes, he darted at Mark, collecting all the metallic sheen on the last left claw.
A second before impact, Mark could feel his body cracking and about to explode from the pressure. From this, his legs gave way and he slipped under the body of the wolf, with the last strength he raised the sword up, making a wound in the body of the wolf, and washing himself in his crimson blood.
Ha-he-ha-he, s-did, I did it. Feeling how the manno begins to fill, Mark opened his eyes looking at the body of the wolf. He understood that he was on the verge of consciousness, and if he lowered it, he would lose consciousness from the poison that hungry captures his body.
Crawling towards the body, with the last of his strength, with his little finger, he touches the body of the wolf, pronouncing "Hunger" in his head.
One could see how not only the body of the leader of the wolves was turning into nothing, but the earth itself was slowly losing its bloody color.
After a couple of minutes, Mark woke up, now he felt full.
"This snake, as soon as I saw it, it immediately attracted my attention to itself, I hope my instincts are correct and we have one element with her. Otherwise, I'll explode here from glut."
Step by step, Mark approached the snake. After inflicting a wound under the head of the snake, he began to dig with two fingers, looking for hardening.
Feeling something, he pulled it out. It was a small bead, although it gave off Mark's face with a scarlet small light. At that moment, all his instincts screamed to swallow him, which he did.