Snippet #2021386

The warrior, who was fairly certain that these wolves were surveying him from a distance, kept hoping (however foolish it might seem) that they would not turn aggressive. It wasn't as if he dislike battling with monsters, but this was an unusually peaceful night so far, and why ruin it with meaningless violence? But alas, it was not to be; a abnormally large wolf-like creature emerged from the darkness on a sprint on all fours towards the man.

"I guess it can't be helped..." he mumbled as he drew sword and shield.

It would appear Raze's observation that this...thing...was just simply an huge wolf. As it closed nearer, eliminating any distance between him and the beast, he began making out a few more features of the beast, one of which was longer legs. This meant that it could stand up, eliminating 'wolf' from his list of known foes it could possibly be.

The monstrosity before him seemed to grow as it came out of its four-legged sprint and into an upper-cut attack with its massive claws on only its two back feet. Aleph blocked this by blacing his shield before him, but even still, he was lifted into the air by a foot as he flew back. It would be unwise to allow this creature to pummel him like this, so he'd need to claim an evasive posture and counter-strike when the opportunity presented himself. Unrelenting, the towering foe, which stood about two feet taller than Raze did, swung with it's right claw in a horizontal fashion, as if to cleave off the man's unprotected head. Banton gifted him with nothing but a slash with his blade as he ducked under the forceful attack.

*ROAR*

A booming sound escaped from the thing, but it didn't appear too injured. In fact, it pretty much brushed the cut off, though in comparison to normal foes, this one looked a lot bigger, so it might've been a smaller cut. Blood dripped from the small wound, yet Raze saw a lack of interest in the wound when his eye met upon the creature's crimson eyes. They were focused on him, or the kill. Either way, another attack was attempted in the form of a kick, actually.

This kick was unexpected, though Raze instinctively blocked it. However, he was yet again sent back, down a smaller drop on the road, causing him to fall and accidently discard his shield. The beast moved up, his black fur stained red in the small area he took a hit from the warrior, and began to crouch. Raze knew what was next if he didn't move. This thing was more weight that he could handle and if it pounced on him, this fight would be over as well as Raze's life. That was not an option, he had survived so many other things before and he would be damned if a werewolf was the one beast to do him in. Propping himself back and timing a hop, he managed to better wound this monster as it went for the fatal pounce. It dove, arms outstretched for the warrior's throat as it pushed itself towards him. Aleph's small hop back wards while his blade was aimed towards

A blade entered the beast's juggular, or the area around it. The lack of a decent amount of light made it harder to tell, but it did enter the throat of the gigantic foe and caused it much pain. While surely a killshot, the beast was fumbling around and ferally lashing out all around him and occasionally gripping his neck. These actions indicated intense pain, but he wasn't dying...yet. The culprit of this was his blade, which was not fully impaled into the neck of this near-dead creature. He would have to change that.

Raze, after pushing himself away from the rocky floor and standing up, ran over and tried to further shove the blade into the airway. However, he was entrusted with a mind rattling blow to the head courtesy of the creature and nearly lost conciousness. That plan didn't work. But then again, the sword wasn't lodged somewhere he could easily reach with his hands. It would be best if he had something to knock it it. His eyes turned to his shield, which was still lying on the dark floor, only visible from here due to light reflecting off it from the moon.

With the subtleness of a honey-badger tearing a cobra apart, he ran towards the item with a short burst of speed and hastily grabbed his shield. He was now ready to end this extremely displeasant meeting with a werewolf. The wolf, still occasionally yelping, was trying to remove the blade, but ultimately failing. Its claws would only nudge the blade further in or cause it pain at the angle it was lodged, so it would be unable to remove the foreign object alone. Raze would remedy that. He made one, final sprint towards the monstrosity before him, taking care to line up a perfect hit. When he had closed the small distance between them, he jumped, shield before him in a ramming manner with the intent on pushing the blade further into the beasts throat. The creature, as if just remembering Aleph, looked down at the worst possible time for himself and the shield charge did its job.

*ARRRGHHHHH!*

The beast's pitiful cries of pain were not lacking in the feeling that should accompany such a thing. Blood escaped from the wound in gallons, it seemed. There was no way this wasn't going to end it. Raze won this battle unscathed, and was about to just laugh, if no other reason than because he was happy he wasn't made wolf food.....

*BAM*

One final attack in the form of a backhand to Raze's head was his reward for the feat, sending him back and almost doing back flips. When he hit the ground, his vision blurred and blackened. The last thing he saw before slipping away was the creature falling backwards, and bleeding out.