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Time seemed to slow down as multiple knives flew straight at you. You could only move left and right as you rushed the elf. You felt multiple nicks against you as the knives flew past. You used the dagger in your mouth to deflect some of them. The rogue is still flinging knives your but he’s bound to run out. All you just need to do-

“ARRRGGGHHH!!!” Pure pain and agony coursed through you as half your vision goes black. Tripping, you fall to ground hard and just lay there, the pain in your right eye was excruciating! Why didn’t you de-spawn right then? You barely heard something move toward you before a shadow fell on you.

“I must say, you’re much more spirited than you usually are.” The smug tone of the dark elf reaches your ears. Painfully, you look up with your one good eye. The bruised yet still smirking rogue looks down at you with contempt. “You put up a decent strategy but, playtime is over.”

“That knife is another little toy of mine. You won’t ‘die’ until its pulled out.” The smirk slowly turned into an evil grin as he crouched down and reached behind him, pulling out a curved short sword.

“Do try to stay strong. After all, the ‘Emerald Vale Ghost’ has to keep its reputation.” He chuckled cruelly as he slowly brought the blade down. You could only lay there, helpless as the blade tip inched closer to your other eye.

“ZEBITH”

The blade stopped at the loud shout. Both of you, more trying on your part, turned your heads in the direction of the yell.

The Berserker lumbered slowly toward you. His skin was tinged purple from the poison, the giant war hammer dragging behind as he soon came to a stop a couple feet away from you. The dark elf stood up.

“Ah Adam, you’re still here. I wondered if that poison would have finished you. I guess you berserkers are more resilient than I thought.” The human only glared as he seethed in rage. “Don’t worry, I’ll meet you back at the town with our new play toy. First, let me deal with our intruder.”

Adam breathed hard as he seethed with rage, his knuckle turning white as he gripped the hammer’s handle tighter. He brought the giant weapon up in and gripped it in both hands. Using whatever strength he had, he raised it over his head.

“What are you-“

“CATCH!” Swinging downward, he releases his grip. The weapon flying out of his hand and heading straight toward us! Zebith eyes went wide at the sight and began to move out the ay. But the arrogant dark elf made one mistake.

He glanced down and saw two things: your eye glaring up at him and my mark glowing brightly. Through effort, you worked your muzzle into a small smirk.

“Don’t blink.”

FLASH

Zebith cried out as he dropped his sword, covering and rubbing his eyes. You pressed my head to the ground and used your pas to cover it. Blinking hard, Zebith looked ahead, blearily seeing the hammer about to hit.

The weapon struck him so hard, the **** from the blow knocked him back, feet dragging against the ground. The dark elf, yelling in anger, soon exploded into white sparkles. The hammer continued on its path, flying into the forest, the snapping of breaking trees could be heard.

“Just you and me now, mutt.” Taking your paws off your head, you open your eye and look at the human. He’s breathing harder than before, his purplish skin was darker and his eyes were bloodshot red. Painfully, you stood up on all four legs and turned to fully face him. You snarled at the human, which only got a grin to appear on his face.

“That’s it, *cough* show me those fangs. I hope you have more bite than that bitch’s fox. Barely broke the skin. *cough* *cough*” He stated, crouching down and getting ready to charge.

You growled, lowering your head, ready to rush him. As painful as it is, your only advantage was the knife currently in your right eye. If it dislodges, all this would’ve been for nothing. So you got to make it count!

“Ready…wolf.”

“Ready.”

The two of you glare at each other. The wind rustling through the trees as Nalu’s light bathes the area in his glow. You’re both ready, all you need is the signal.

SNAP

You both rushed towards each other. Your fangs bared, his fists ready to beat you down. You grow closer to each other, both ready for one last attack. Jumping, you prepare to bite down.