Snippet #2504533

A grey streak flashes across my vision, and before I even have time to register it, it has bowled into Knight. I am astonished; I was expecting to come across something a little more slow moving. Unsure of what to do, I start to move forwards, but thankfully Knight is quickly on his feet again.

He thrusts his spear forwards and stabs the furry grey thing as it goes to strike again, and it falls to the side. It pauses, and I take no more than a second to get a further look at its appearance, though not in any great detail. It looks like some kind of rabid wolf.

As it gets up I withdraw my knife, my mind moving much quicker in this fighting situation than usual. I won’t be able to get close enough to stab it by hand, the knife is way too small for that. However, it is also ideal to be used for throwing.

The beast starts towards Knight once again, and I draw back my arm and calculate my target. This could be completely futile, but as long as I hit it, some damage will be done. I’d like to get it in the heart, but I’m not in the right place. Instead, I aim for the back of its head.

I propel the knife forwards and let go, and it nestles itself into the top of the wolf’s back. It’s not exactly where I wanted it to be, but I could have missed completely. I’d say that’s some okay skill for someone who might never have thrown knives before, or at least hasn’t for a few hundred years. My mouth twitches upwards at the corners a few millimetres for a split second at my achievement.

The wolf stops in its tracks as the blade digs deep into its body, and blood spurts from the wound. It turns to me, and I feel myself pale as I remember the pure strength it has. I’m not wearing armour like Knight.

I hold my spear in two hands in front of me so that the tip is pointing to my left as the beast hurdles towards me, trying to use it as some sort of barrier. It knocks into me, but I manage to push it off my body using the spear as I fall. I curl in on myself, and roll as I hit the ground. I feel a ripple of pain through my shoulder, but thankfully I do not feel too hurt as I managed to get the additional body weight of the wolf off me before I landed. However, I’m not sure if I will be able to stand up quick enough.

I do try, but the beast is now behind me. Just as I straighten up, I feel an enormous weight slam into the backs of my knees, which immediately give way as I fall forwards. I slap a palm onto the floor as I hit it, but my other one is occupied with holding my spear. I quickly jab the point downwards into the floor, which helps to break my fall.

Unfortunately, the heavy beast is now on my back. I can’t get it off, and I can’t see what it is going to do to me.