Post by ilyas aylin on Nov 6, 2012 18:26:31 GMT
The young lady backed out of his view and as the situation was currently, it was far too dangerous to turn and look where she’d headed with two wolves in front of him. She was on her own, as was he. And perhaps, with her out of his sight, he couldn’t constantly wonder whether she managed to stay alive. It was also good she distracted half of this pack; he could focus all his energy on the two wolves he was about to face. He could hear the others snarl distantly as well, but he heard no agonizing human cries; the girl was still alive. Maybe she’d managed to outsmart them.
He had no more time to let his thoughts linger, because the wolves decided to charge again. They both came from a different side; a different strategy this time, seeing as how their last one had failed. They learned quickly, these smart creatures, but luckily for Ilyas, he was near a great amount of water and that was in his advantage. It took only a split second for him to surround himself with a decent amount of liquid and he created a wall of ice all around. Both animals ran straight into it, having not expected a solid wall to doom up out of nothingness. One of them was knocked backwards, the bigger one simply shook his head as it backed away slightly. It quickly recovered, though, and approached again. Its paw placed against the ice, it used its sharp claws to scratch the solid material, with little success. A load snarl followed as the animal started to walk around, trying to find an entrance that would lead to its prey. The other wolf joined in soon after.
This diversion had given Ilyas a little time. His leg was bleeding quite badly and he needed to fix it. As the adrenaline still rushed through his body, he reached into his bag, pulling out a shirt. With some aid of the dagger, he tore off a part and pressed that onto the wound. Another part of the cloth was used to wrap around his leg and he tightly tied it; an improvised bandage, but it would work for the time being. Pressure on a wound would help stop the bleeding. When this fight was over, he’d take his time to clean it. One scar more of less, he cared little about that.
The man swiftly picked up his dagger again; it would be useful against an animal with razor sharp teeth. He could vaguely spot their shapes as they circled around the wall he’d made; one of them moved around anxiously, the other stood in his spot, its nose nearly pressed against the ice. Ilyas judged that one was more experienced, and therefore, would be taken out first. Such a graceful animal was a waste to kill, but this was a matter of life and death; if he wouldn’t stop these creatures, they’d end him. The man took a wide stance and raised his hands. A moment later, the ice wall disappeared, the water became liquid again and before the wolves even realized what was going on, he’d send the entire amount in the direction of the oldest wolf. It flew against the same tree as earlier, but this time, it stayed pinned to it, a layer of ice holding it in its place while it whined frantically, unable to understand what had happened. The animal tried to struggle free, but the hold was too tight and the cold would soon numb its body and make it give up the fight.
Light footfalls caught Ilyas’ attention and he spun round, just in time to see another canine lunging in his direction and braced for the impact, but instead, a familiar shape took hold of the animal before he could. So, she was still alive, but if it was up to the wolf she’d decided to take on, that wouldn’t be for much longer. The other animal had decided to come to the youngest one’s aid, now rushing towards the scene, but he wouldn’t make it there. Another wave of water threw it off balance and it rolled a couple of times before it lay still in the tall grass. Certainly not dead, but severely disorientated. It would likely get up again, but it would take a while. The other wolf, that was still pinned to the tree, had given up on its struggle. It only barely twitched now. It was numb due to the cold. It was no longer a threat and Ilyas would free it, later, when the danger was over.
Distantly, Ilyas could hear the words spoken by the girl. She was asking for her father? Had she managed to call for help? He couldn’t quite tell whether he was impressed of disappointed in her. But the blood now dripping from her arm gave away she was injured as well. The wolf she’d managed to fight off for a while was still close by. Despite its injuries, it hadn’t yet given up the fight. It leapt forward at the girl, but before it could grab hold of its target, there was a swishing sound.
A dagger was send flying towards the animal, a dagger with a silver blade and a foreign inscription. With a thud, it landed in its head and the wolf, with a soft squeak, fell limp to the ground. Ilyas still stood in the same spot he’d been in earlier, his hand stretched out forwards; the hand that had previously held the knife. He didn’t like to owe anyone anything. She’d saved him from a fatal injury, now he’d done the same for her. It was business. Simply business. He didn’t care for this girl, he didn’t even know her. She was annoying, but that didn’t mean she had to die.
Slowly and slightly limping, he went to retrieve his weapon. He kneeled down next to the animal that had fallen and studied it shortly. It was a beautiful exemplar, a waste it had to die today, but he wouldn’t let it go to waste completely. He made this kill, he’d take the body along. Wolf meat was eatable, just like any other animal, and a warm coat like this one had could come in useful someday. He could even send it back to his sister in Russia; she probably had more need for it there than he did here. With a small movement of his hand, the ice around the near tree vanished and the wolf, still alive, but numb and cold to the bone, fell to the grass as well. The other one, that had been knocked out a few minutes earlier, had vanished; it had learned from this experience and wouldn’t attack them on its own. But still, Ilyas wanted to get away from this spot swiftly. His eyes fell on the girl. “Let me see your arm,” he said softly, wanting to know how deep her wound ran. Just as his own, hers would probably need some rinsing as well.
He had no more time to let his thoughts linger, because the wolves decided to charge again. They both came from a different side; a different strategy this time, seeing as how their last one had failed. They learned quickly, these smart creatures, but luckily for Ilyas, he was near a great amount of water and that was in his advantage. It took only a split second for him to surround himself with a decent amount of liquid and he created a wall of ice all around. Both animals ran straight into it, having not expected a solid wall to doom up out of nothingness. One of them was knocked backwards, the bigger one simply shook his head as it backed away slightly. It quickly recovered, though, and approached again. Its paw placed against the ice, it used its sharp claws to scratch the solid material, with little success. A load snarl followed as the animal started to walk around, trying to find an entrance that would lead to its prey. The other wolf joined in soon after.
This diversion had given Ilyas a little time. His leg was bleeding quite badly and he needed to fix it. As the adrenaline still rushed through his body, he reached into his bag, pulling out a shirt. With some aid of the dagger, he tore off a part and pressed that onto the wound. Another part of the cloth was used to wrap around his leg and he tightly tied it; an improvised bandage, but it would work for the time being. Pressure on a wound would help stop the bleeding. When this fight was over, he’d take his time to clean it. One scar more of less, he cared little about that.
The man swiftly picked up his dagger again; it would be useful against an animal with razor sharp teeth. He could vaguely spot their shapes as they circled around the wall he’d made; one of them moved around anxiously, the other stood in his spot, its nose nearly pressed against the ice. Ilyas judged that one was more experienced, and therefore, would be taken out first. Such a graceful animal was a waste to kill, but this was a matter of life and death; if he wouldn’t stop these creatures, they’d end him. The man took a wide stance and raised his hands. A moment later, the ice wall disappeared, the water became liquid again and before the wolves even realized what was going on, he’d send the entire amount in the direction of the oldest wolf. It flew against the same tree as earlier, but this time, it stayed pinned to it, a layer of ice holding it in its place while it whined frantically, unable to understand what had happened. The animal tried to struggle free, but the hold was too tight and the cold would soon numb its body and make it give up the fight.
Light footfalls caught Ilyas’ attention and he spun round, just in time to see another canine lunging in his direction and braced for the impact, but instead, a familiar shape took hold of the animal before he could. So, she was still alive, but if it was up to the wolf she’d decided to take on, that wouldn’t be for much longer. The other animal had decided to come to the youngest one’s aid, now rushing towards the scene, but he wouldn’t make it there. Another wave of water threw it off balance and it rolled a couple of times before it lay still in the tall grass. Certainly not dead, but severely disorientated. It would likely get up again, but it would take a while. The other wolf, that was still pinned to the tree, had given up on its struggle. It only barely twitched now. It was numb due to the cold. It was no longer a threat and Ilyas would free it, later, when the danger was over.
Distantly, Ilyas could hear the words spoken by the girl. She was asking for her father? Had she managed to call for help? He couldn’t quite tell whether he was impressed of disappointed in her. But the blood now dripping from her arm gave away she was injured as well. The wolf she’d managed to fight off for a while was still close by. Despite its injuries, it hadn’t yet given up the fight. It leapt forward at the girl, but before it could grab hold of its target, there was a swishing sound.
A dagger was send flying towards the animal, a dagger with a silver blade and a foreign inscription. With a thud, it landed in its head and the wolf, with a soft squeak, fell limp to the ground. Ilyas still stood in the same spot he’d been in earlier, his hand stretched out forwards; the hand that had previously held the knife. He didn’t like to owe anyone anything. She’d saved him from a fatal injury, now he’d done the same for her. It was business. Simply business. He didn’t care for this girl, he didn’t even know her. She was annoying, but that didn’t mean she had to die.
Slowly and slightly limping, he went to retrieve his weapon. He kneeled down next to the animal that had fallen and studied it shortly. It was a beautiful exemplar, a waste it had to die today, but he wouldn’t let it go to waste completely. He made this kill, he’d take the body along. Wolf meat was eatable, just like any other animal, and a warm coat like this one had could come in useful someday. He could even send it back to his sister in Russia; she probably had more need for it there than he did here. With a small movement of his hand, the ice around the near tree vanished and the wolf, still alive, but numb and cold to the bone, fell to the grass as well. The other one, that had been knocked out a few minutes earlier, had vanished; it had learned from this experience and wouldn’t attack them on its own. But still, Ilyas wanted to get away from this spot swiftly. His eyes fell on the girl. “Let me see your arm,” he said softly, wanting to know how deep her wound ran. Just as his own, hers would probably need some rinsing as well.