Speculo
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He didn't do anything as she pinched his ear. She was the one in charge, even though he was pretty sure he was the elder here. What, are we gonna build something with these? Gonna make a ladder? He thought, referring to the logs.
As they walked, he was pretty ok with it. Sure, it was snowy and he had to make sure he had his footing, but he had been walking for a better part of the month for miles after miles. By now he had some good legs underneath him. He kept getting a feel for the logs inside. They weren't too big. He might be able to use one as a bat or something to fight. He knew what lived on these mountains. Right on cue, he heard deep growls. Think of the devil. He didn't need her explaining of the Direwolves, but it didn't hurt. She had killed these things? These guys were huge! Bigger than the ones he saw before he left Treasure Coffer. But maybe that area just inhabited a smaller variety.
Don't drop the bag? How would he do that?! Nevermind that, how would he fight holding it? Well, he could... With quick thinking, he untied the bag, took one log out, tied it back up then cast "Room Of a Thousand Mirrors!" on it. It stayed floating in the air, surrounded by a ball of mirrors. Sure, he might need that magic power he just used up, but it was the only way to hold the bag like this.
Giving the log a few swings, he reasoned it might be used in a number of ways. Speculo was a tactician like that. Until he realized he had failed to count them. They seemed to have circled him at this point, and there were 5. Or were there 6? They kept moving, he wasn't quite sure. He was trying to make sure none got the drop on him.
With a sudden growl, one from behind jumped at Speculo. Swinging around and holding up the log with both hands, The wolves mouth clenched over the piece of wood instead of Speculo's throat. He growled and thrashed, but the Mage held on. Looking under, he found it was a boy. Good thing he had just bought steel toed boots. With a swift left kick, he hit it square on, making it let go and rejoin the others. It whimpered a bit, but was backing down. He barely got up back up before another jumped at him.
Speculo didn't have the time to use the log this time,and had to toss the log high up in the air before hooking his thumbs on the edges of it's mouth, away from the teeth. It was powerful, and started to push him across the ground. Redjusting his right hand, he put his palm against it's skull and casted "Mirror Shard!" With a flash of light and a spray of blood from the beasts head, it flopped down ontop of Speculo, dead. The log chose that time to bounce back onto the dead body, which he caught in his hands. A few heaves and he was able to scramble out from under it. One down. He pointed the log back at Venir, saying, "Still haven't dropped it."
The next wolf saw this as an opportunity, and without a sound, made a leap. Speculo was down on the ground before he could realize what happened, claws in his back. But he did know that he was slipping down the slope. With a Direwolf on his back. The pain registered with Speculo as he turned to hit it in the jaws with his elbow. He knew that thing was going to go for the neck. It probably hadn't so far because of the slipping. It connected, but didn't make much of an impact. A few more tries brought up his aggression levels, and he felt that rush of sadistic anger and hate. The claws hardly hurt him anymore. With one more swing, he heard the jaw crunch and the weight drop off of him.
Thing about mountains, they have a lot of cliffs. Speculo had found one of these as he slipped, but caught on as the direwolf fell the few dozen feet and crunch on the stones below. With one hand on the edge, and one hand somehow still holding the log. Speculo still had that anger flooding through him. It didn't take much effort to pull himself up with only one arm. He ran back up the slope, facing the rest of the direwolves. The log might break, but he didn't care. With one swing he brought the log against a wolf's face and one of them got smashed. He didn't care to look as he turned his attention to another one. There were only three left. He looked down at his hand and found the log was almost broken, but was still hanging on. They kept circling him.
"Huh!? Come at me! Come at me hellhounds! I'll beat you with a stick you oversized bitches!" One seemed to take on the challenge, and leaped at him. With a roundhouse kick, he sent his heal flying and it connected with the wolf's eye. More crunching and this one falling, but quickly running away before smacking into a tree or two on it's way out. The other two didn't seem so sure. One of them had it's balls kicked already and wasn't too eager to go back in. The other had seen what had happened to it's comrades.
"Come on!!" Spec gave one final challenge before it decided to turn tail and run, the other following close behind. The anger faded away, and he didn't feel so sadistic anymore.
Panting, Spec looked back at the girl leaning against the tree, and held up the log to her. "Didn't drop it." He put it back in the bag and dispelled the ball of mirros before realizing he was still bleeding from the claws in his back. "Hey, you uh.. didn't happen to bring medical supplies with you, did you? Cause these are starting to hurt.." He asked as he took off his coat and then his shirt, slowly and groaning with the pain. He also made extra careful not to drop the bag, but that was still a pain.
He needed to get a weapon unless things like that happened again. Maybe a sword would be nice.
| HP: 90% MP: 80% | |