Battle of the Farm Part 1

Almost as soon as Pollick leapt into battle, the other three followed suit.

Dickhead had started a haunting melody before his feet had even touched the ground, his fingers flickering over the holes in his wooden instrument, the wolves recoiling in pain as they tried to get near him.

Kaelynn had vanished, but a reddish dog had charged into battle, claws slashing down sides and fangs tearing out more than one throat.

Brandon had his exit made for him as a large wolf charged you, managing to avoid your horns as it barreled over top, tackling Brandon to the ground. Even so, he had his hands grasped tightly around its neck as he gave a twist, and the furry predator vanished in a puff of dust as the raging Barberian clambered to his feet, his axe idlily swinging in his hand.

Rather than wait around here, you charged into battle as well, trying to catch wolves that were occupied as you knocked them aside, their bodies vanishing in the same puffs, your horns lifting several wolves as they flew through the air.

Not every wolf died on first impact though, some had the reaction speed to dart out of the way, a claw raking down your flank, a set of teeth trying to find purchase on your beefy neck. You may have the pack beat in terms of raw power and beefiness, but the wolves were agile and attacked two or three at a time, seemingly no end to them.

In the distance you could spot other people in the pasture, a metal man waving a massive sword, an old guy with a beard nearly to the ground holding a stick as lightning danced out, a woman clad in darkness and leather darting between wolves even faster than they could keep up with, a pair of knives colored crimson.

They seemed so powerful, so strong, but of course they were, they were adventurers, you were just a lowly cow, only good for milk, and you were even good for that...

"Oh, sorry buddy, I didn't really think there." A young girl's voice called out as you looked over, a short girl with two long braids that only came up to the bottom of your chin. Yet, you could see, thanks to your superior height, her shirt left her generous chest on proud display. As she danced away, you heard her humming a mournful song and your sadness returned for a moment.

'Did, did she do this. Did she make you sad? Was this the power adventurers held, the power to make people sad with a simple sound, to charge at not insignificant speed while clad in metal, to almost fly across the ground?

You were brought out of your daydream by a pair of jaws tightly clamping onto your side, red hot pain flooding your body as you gave a pained bellow.

The she-wolf didn't seem to get the message and so you began bucking, trying to throw her off, and you succeeded, but she gracefully landed, immediately charging back into battle by dragging her claws across your exposed stomach, blood pouring out as you felt your strength start to leave you.

'No, not like this! I can't die again! Again? ****? Is this what this feeling was, if so, you hated it, hated it, HATED IT WITH ALL YOUR DEFIEANT STRENGTH!'

Just as the coldness seemed to settle in, the rushing red fire blossomed within once more, overtaking the pain as you wheeled around, managing to catch the hunting predator off-guard as a kick of your back hooves caught her in the side, knocking her flat, and giving you time to build up a charge, flipping the she-wolf into the air.

But this didn't kill her, only stunned her as she landed in a heap, but recover fast enough to attack once more, her claw raking down your face in hopes of blinding you. She got her wish, if only partially as you felt your vision flicker on the right side, blood dripping far to freely for your comfort. But you **** the eye open once more, a blurry vision being your reward as the she-wolf jumped at you, claws being held at bay by your goring horns as you wrestled.

While you had her beat in raw power, and so could've probably thrown her back, she was limber and every attack made she would push off from the ground, keeping herself anchored on your head. You knew if she got past your horns, she'd have nearly free reign to tear your back and flanks open, leaving you only fit for a meal.

Having a rough idea, and what a new concept that was, you stopped fighting back and instead went building up into a charge, trying to pour as much speed into it as possible. It was hard to see, thanks in part to you probably scarred eye and also to the wrestling she-wolf hanging from your horns, but you persevered, barreling towards something in the distance.

Suddenly, you stopped, your hooves digging into the dirt as the wolf was thrown, bouncing across the ground several times. Unluckily, your victory had a price, the sudden stop had caused your knees to buckle, burying your prized horns into the malleable dirt.

It was a race to see who would recover first, but it was too close to call as you both got back up, the wolf warily eyeing you as you squared up, ready for another round.

"Damnable prey! Your flesh will taste all the sweeter after I flavor it with despair as you look upon the carcasses of your herd!" The wolf snarled out, turning tail as she ran back into the field, far outpacing you as you started to give chase, only for a cry to stop you in your tracks.

"Fucking shit, why are there so many of you stupid beasts!?" You heard Brandon yell as you spotted him a way away, his entire lower half impossible to see as a roiling mass of wolves attacked him, at least two in the air every few seconds, claws striking at him.

To the other side, you spotted the cry, Kaelynn was fighting with a large wolf, her dress partially torn as he had her leg in his jaws, refusing to let go as she tried to beat him off with her bare hands.

He seemed determined to drag her into the woods, as if by divine providence, you spotted three more wolves leap over the fence at that moment, joining the ongoing attack on the farm. If the large grey wolf could get her close enough to the edge of the pasture, the new wolves would probably be able to help him.

But looking back, Brandon gave a mighty roar, his axe swinging out, cleaving the wolf in a circle as he had a moment to catch his breath, only for the three new wolves to charge in, blitzing him as one caught his arm in its jaws, clamping down, attempting to drag him to the ground, the other two leapt for the throat, only for a hefty axe swing to separate head from body.

Even so, he probably didn't have much left, as he fell to a knee. This could the moment, with a charge, you could scatter untold numbers of those wolves, severe damaging the invasion ****, and possibly kill Brandon once again.

But Kaelynn had been nice to you, making sure to always pet you and give you the best tasting grass...