You fight with all your might.

Predatory beasts are rapidly approaching. One after another, the wolves run out of the shadows of the trees.

As quickly as possible, you shoot from the bow. The arrow flies at the next wolf. Pierced chest. Blood splashes. The howl of a wolf is riddled with pain.

Another wolf. The predator makes a quick jump towards you. The grinning mouth of the beast is getting closer...

The sound of a bow string being released. The steel of the arrow pierces the wolf's skull.

New wolf. He lets out a roar filled with furious anger and almost runs up to your side, trying to sink his fangs into your thigh.

Shot. The tip of an arrow pierces the eye socket of this beast.

You have already killed many...

But more and more new predators appear in the clearing.

Three wolves move towards you with lightning speed from different directions, growling and baring their toothy mouths.

They're already too close.

You only have time to shoot one arrow at one of the three animals (this animal fell into your iron trap - so this wolf was slowed down). This arrow pierces the throat of the beast.

Then you put away your bow. You quickly draw your steel sword.

The wolf attacks you.

Beast Leap!

The fangs closed about ten centimeters from your face.

Lunge of a steel sword.

The wolf's belly is torn open. His guts are falling down. Just like his lifeless body.

The second wolf manages to bite your left leg before the next second you pierce its throat with a stabbing blow from your sword.

You groan from the sharp pain. The wound on the leg, although not too deep, is extremely dangerous in the current situation (after all, this wound reduces your mobility).

Polyphonic wolf howl.

It seems to you that the entire forest is filled with bloodthirsty predatory animals. And all these animals now want to kill you.

You remember the potion that the old healer Meribela gave you.

You take out the potion and quickly drink the dark greenish liquid, tossing the empty glass bottle away.

Pulses of strange warm energy pass through your body. The pain in the wound on the left leg is eases. You feel as if the blood is accelerating its movement through the arteries of your body. You feel an unusual heat in your chest and head.

And one more thing: rage is building in your mind. You hear a wolf howl. But now fears, doubts and uncertainty disappear from your consciousness. And you become more and more passionate about killing these predators that pose a threat to your life. Kill all the wolves. Kill them. Mercilessly.

You draw your second weapon: now in your right hand is a steel sword, and in your left hand is your small steel axe.

You swing your weapon. Your body's strength increases. It's like you can make every move twice as fast.

A passionate desire to tear your enemies apart increasingly fills your mind.

After a couple of seconds, many wolves run out into the clearing.

Simultaneously.

There are about a dozen strong and bloodthirsty predators at once.

And they all rush in your direction, baring their greedy mouths, which anticipate the pleasure of devouring your bloody flesh.

The animals move very quickly. Any ordinary person simply could not have time to react to such a rapid attack.

But you make it in time.

You move at lightning speed.

Your swift slashing blows, delivered along a wide trajectory, cut the bodies of three wolves at once into bloody pieces.

The blade of the sword is covered with the blood of predators. Just like an ax blade.

The attacks of the remaining wolves tend to impede your ability to maneuver.

But you again deliver brutal and powerful slashes, separating the heads of the pair of wolves from their bodies.

However, you also managed to get hurt: the fangs of one of the wolves touched your right hand. Blood from the wound flows down the skin and torn fabric of clothing.

The wound looks dangerous: fang marks slightly above the wrist. It's surprising that you didn't drop your sword because of such a wound.

It's strange, but you don't feel much pain from this wound.

You continue to fight.

Wolves surround you on all sides. The animals look enraged with hatred towards you. Saliva drips from their long and sharp fangs. Their gray fur is raised. Their evil eyes are constantly watching your every move.

After a couple of seconds, the wolves rush to attack you again.