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With his scythe already bloodied by one of them the beasts realized that a full frontal assault was not in their favor. In an instant the horde of monsters surrounded the Peasant with vengeance in their eyes for the wounds that he inflicted upon their pack.
Lucian felt it because he even heard it. From behind one of the beasts had crossed the distance in an instant and sank its jaws into his right leg. The feeling of his heart pounding as Lucian quickly brought his weapon around and slammed the edge of the weapon where he believed the jugular of the beast to be.
With a mighty pull all strength within the wolf's jaws were lost as Lucian severed the artery. Blood spewing across the ground as future fertilizer for his future grave. Lucian had to be quick as he slammed the rear of his weapon into another beast that was in mid leap towards him from the other side. He felt the reversed weight threaten to rip the weapon from his hands as the wolf was knocked out of the air to sprawl upon the ground.
Lucian felt instinct take him as he threw himself backwards. A pair of jaws coming down from above that were threatening to bite his head off with a single motion. Why he did it he did not know and he did not have the moment to thank the Gods above for his motion. He tried to swipe at the beast but the wolf had already broken distance before he could find a good place to ready his weapon once again.
There was not another attack. While Lucian had only killed a single one of them the beasts still had their nature. Challenging the strong that could kill any of their pack was never a smart move in the wild and they would not commit themselves to it unless they were positively sure. Now counting eight among them Lucian knew they had those numbers.
Lucian noticed then and there that no movement could be heard behind him. No, even the entire village was silent sans the howling and growls that were scattered about the place. Confusion quickly turned to terror as he tried to rationalize it.
As he feared that his death would become meaningless he noticed someone approaching from the fog. That sensation that was creeping throughout his body came again in the form of a clicking pressing against his skull. A warning from whatever bounds of reality he did not know telling him to run and hide.
He could not understand why as he saw the face of a woman within the light of Morrslieb. Whatever colors she possessed drowned by green, she had what could be described as a cruel smile written across her face.