Re: Elf Prince—A Degenerate's Second Chance-Chapter 63. Fighting The Mountain Wolf King (2)
63. Fighting The Mountain Wolf King (2)
The moon wolf king comes out unscathed from his attack, it’s eyes show intense bloodlust at its attacker. Eryndor could see it swung it’s tail it him, he jumped back to avoid it but the tail stray he’d further to make up for the distance. He buckled himself and took the force of the blow with a shoulder guard. The impact was lessened but it’s still caused his bones to ache.
He grunted as he tried to balance himself. "Snow stay away." He ordered his ally as he took an offensive stance and faced the beast.
His eyes a bright blue raging with its own killing intent and the awakened beast eyeing him and licking its maw. Eryndor no longer cared about completing his quest, all he yearned for was to make the beast suffer like he had. It was a feeling he had only felt once before when Elentha dhas been conered by the bandits. The only difference was that now he was much more skilled.
The mountain king for some reason chose to attack first perhaps out of boredom or rage giving Eryndor the initiative to go on the defensive. And that was the last thing in the young elf’s mind. He had studied the mountain wolf king, it was a proud beast that never went on the defensive, this meant it would be open to any and all attacks.
Eryndor took one deep breath and sprinted forward, his feet barely spending more than a second on the ground, he raised his drew his sword to his side and approached the raging awakened beast. He could see that it was wary of him too but that would not be a problem for him. He displayed the first form of the moon style sword art beautifully and his sword emmited a string aura as he slashed upward at the beast in a crescent shape.
The mountain king did not have any defense up as it charged head on into his attack head on and smacked Eryndor with its paw. The attack missed him by an hair as he moved with the momentum and dove under the beast while delivering his fatal attack. To his surprise the mountain king reacted with and insane reflex speed that went beyond his calculations.
As Eryndor was getting to his feet he used the defensive posture of the basic sword style and faced the mountain wolf king, what he saw left him dumbstruck. He watched the blazing eyes of the beast darw a lone in the air, its maw opened wide and its paws outstretched as it lunged at him at a speed too fast for him to react to. They say in one’s final moment they see their life flash in their eyes, all Eryndor saw was the face of its attacker and nothing else. Even the world seemed to blur out.
Despite the wound it had been inflicted with the mountain wolf king stood a testament to its title. It showed no moment of weakness or hesitation, it’s sensed honed to the repetition of the hunt it has made it’s mantra.
A blast of ice escaped from Snow’s beak and shot out at the beast’s face delaying it for only half a second. The time was not enough to escape to defend but he could make a counter, it was a risky move and one he had never tried to do. At the desperate moment of his life Eryndor started to practice the flame body tempering art at a high intensity and rate in hopes of igniting a body of flame around him. It was only experimental but he believed it would work when his life was on the line, after all he had practised his mana control for this moment. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Eryndor had never been more wrong in his life than he was in that very crucial moment. His risky move played against his favour leaving him without a counter attack or a worthy defense. The mountain wolf king reached him and using its paw it swung it around his side and impacted him on the side.
Eryndor felt a ballistic force drive into his side with the force of a battering ram, he heard more than one rip crack. His insides exploded in pain as his feet left the safety of the ground and his body was sent zipping through the air. Eryndor knew he would be at a disadvantage the moment he touched the ground, his body was not used to such level of force. On one second all of his plans had been shattered, this was the difference between practice and the real world. In lessons he would plan for a problem and the mist likely was to avoid it but in the real world he was given a problem without a solution, it was always a race to find an answer to his predicament. It always took skill and most importantly, wisdom— both of which Eryndor lacked dearly.
He coughed out blood as he felt his body touch the snow covered ground, the cold embracing him. Blood looked at his side and he could only imagine how disfigured it would look. He could sense the panic and fear coming from Snow, he could also hear the crunching of snow under the paws of the mountain wolf king as it approached him. Looking through Snow’s eyes he was able to see the proud beast already salivating at his inevitable demise.
Eryndor felt the need to stand up and fight but the only thing that seemed to be living in his body was his mind. "Get up damnit! You did not survive all this time on the mountain to die here, think about your master. Think about your honour, no! Think about killing that damn mutt!"
He gritted his teeth and forced his body to move, he wished he knew healing magic but there was no gain in thinking up such distracting thoughts. His body throbbed showing signs that it would spring to rage but it did not. The beast was getting closer to him and it would only take four seconds before he would die, Eryndor fought against his fate and let out a great battle cry as he struggled against his cruel fate, under his breath all he wanted was to kill the mountain wolf king, then just like a taut string something snapped within him.
