[Sythe]

Roland looked at the three surronding wolves. His wound still throbbed but as adreadline ran it's course it started to relive some of the pain. He knew these wolves were smarter than their lesser cousins and knew by underestimating them would lead to his demise. He gripped his bastard sword in his hands more tightly and was quickily formulating a plan to outdo these beasts. He swiftly lunged at the nearest wolf and swung his blade. He didn't intend to hit the wolf in front of him however. He brought the sword in a long curving arc to his left where a nearby wolf was ready to pounce. It quickily leapt back though and only had a scrape upon it's nose. The wolf growled. Roland moved quickily at the thrird wolf and a slow sidelong attack. The wolf easily moved back but quickily Roland moved foward and did a quick, low and swift backswing. The steel whistled through the air and drove through one of silverback wolf's leg. It howled in agony of it's maimed limb. The other two growled and snapped their vicious jaws. One moved quicker than the swordsman had expected. The creature then shifted it's momemntum and moved backward. There was then a pain so immense a red haze passed over Rolands sight. The other wolf saw blood from the last battle on Roland's leg and just bit on his already wounded leg. It took Roland all his willpower not to pass out right there. He gripped the bastard sword with two hands and was about to plunge the blade through the intellgent beast. But the beast was shook it's head and used it's already sunk in teeth to tear Rolands wound wider. The wolf let go and managed to evade Rolands counter attack. It started at him with fresh blood on it's jaws. [i]The other wolf diverted my attention whilst the other striked me. Littlestone thought. In the corner of his eye he saw the wolf that distracted him pounce. Roland quickily turned and kicked with his unwounded leg while his other leg was screaming in agony by the weight it was supporting. The kick landed on the silverback's nose. And then a red haze passed through his vision again. The other silverback rammed it's head against Roland's leg making him fall to the ground and bit at his wrist making him lose grip on his blade. The teeth were sawing through the skin of his wrist to his bone. Littlestone got a small dirk from his belt and thrust it into the neck of the silverback. It shruddered and perished. The last wolf ran and snapped it's sharp jaws onto the man's neck....or would have if Roland didn't thrust the dirk into the inside of the beast's mouth upward into the brain. When the last beast died Roland got to his feet and retrieved his bastard sword and holsetered his Dirk. A lot of blood was spurting fourth from his leg whenever he moved it. And tried to take a step but fell foward and didn't get up. "I am sorry....Turin...and Robyn..." He whispred and he passed out. (not dead just like fainted!)

[ 05-26-2004, 10:34 PM: Message edited by: Sythe ]