As Viktor turned around, it would be revealed that whatever had taken away the two remaining Vulcans. Were nothing else that the ominous hounds of Savage Skull. The Garm, the vile and death scented beings that served as the guilds... well extension? Viktor didn't really knew what they were to the guild. He simply knew they were there, and it served the guild. As long as it provided them with enough prey.
The usual Garm were large in size, equal to a car. Making it difficult opponents to fight with. On top of that, they were surprisingly nimble and fast even, which as sometimes surprising for their size. Maybe in the aspect, the Garm resembled a bear more. As those could achieve quite some speed despite their often jolly and large appearance.
Now these two Garm were special, they were larger and more vile then all the others. Creatures that somehow decided to follow Harrigan Crawford around, the previous guild master of Savage Skull. They were even bigger then the other Garm. And according to man, they were two of the Primordial Garm. Creatures that were there even before the rest of the Garm. Fenrir and Skoll, he had dubbed them. Yet for some reason no, they'd also followed Viktor on several occasions.
With those two now happily chomping down on the Vulcans, Viktor turned around. To the single Vulcan remaining. One that had tried to crawl away, or at least as far as his arms could carry him. As his muscles were slit, making his legs nothing more then two useless sacks of meat.
It was slow, slow enough for Viktor to catch up with it by just walking slowly. Strolling even, as one would do in a park.
The Vulcan looked up at Viktor the moment his shadow casted itself ominously over the creatures head. It looked scared, tried to scream, but didn't even got the chance. As Viktor just simply plunged his sword straight into its head.
'Well, that's that I guess, time to return back to the guild'
The usual Garm were large in size, equal to a car. Making it difficult opponents to fight with. On top of that, they were surprisingly nimble and fast even, which as sometimes surprising for their size. Maybe in the aspect, the Garm resembled a bear more. As those could achieve quite some speed despite their often jolly and large appearance.
Now these two Garm were special, they were larger and more vile then all the others. Creatures that somehow decided to follow Harrigan Crawford around, the previous guild master of Savage Skull. They were even bigger then the other Garm. And according to man, they were two of the Primordial Garm. Creatures that were there even before the rest of the Garm. Fenrir and Skoll, he had dubbed them. Yet for some reason no, they'd also followed Viktor on several occasions.
With those two now happily chomping down on the Vulcans, Viktor turned around. To the single Vulcan remaining. One that had tried to crawl away, or at least as far as his arms could carry him. As his muscles were slit, making his legs nothing more then two useless sacks of meat.
It was slow, slow enough for Viktor to catch up with it by just walking slowly. Strolling even, as one would do in a park.
The Vulcan looked up at Viktor the moment his shadow casted itself ominously over the creatures head. It looked scared, tried to scream, but didn't even got the chance. As Viktor just simply plunged his sword straight into its head.
'Well, that's that I guess, time to return back to the guild'
Enemies:
Weak 0/6
Normal 0/4
words: 342
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Weak 0/6
Normal 0/4
words: 342
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