‘Something is definitely wrong here.’ He thought while staring at the farmer across from him.

He had just struck down the wolf that was fighting with him. His sword is coated in blood from the strike and it drips down to the ground staining the grass on his foot. He just saw his companion died in the hands of the man before him but it didn’t seem like it matters to him at all.

[Inspect]

Nothing happened. He stood confused while casually waving his right hand across the air in front him while the despondent farmer and grabs the wolf slowly caressing its’ fur.

The horizon is being colored by the almost setting sun. The moon can already be seen peeking from the clouds and the leaves rustles from the passing wind. Two corpses lies at the slope of the farmer’s hill along with his wounded wolves.

Without batting on eye on the corpse of his companion he walks over to her body and looks down at it before receiving a blow from the weeping farmer. The axe didn’t pierce his armor but it blows him back for quite a distance.

The farmer’s countenance darkens as he slowly walks towards the adventurer. Blood and dirt stain his clothes with some of are ripped to shreds from the earlier fight. His robust body becomes more apparent, showing the signs of his hard work, laboring in the farm every day. Grazed arms with blood dripping from his shoulder he shouted.

“You’re dead!”

‘Now you’re just being annoying’ he mused.

The adventurer positions himself and holds the sword with both hands.

[Drive]

A blue glow emanates from the sword and he began to slice the air in front of him, causing a blue wave to come out of it from every swing. The farmer is able to evade some of it by moving around him while trying to get closer. He stumbles and falls down the hills while doing so. Thinking that everything is over the adventurer sheathes his sword, sat down wave his hand.

“Let’s see…Status…Injury?”

He squints his eyes and slouch as his vision slowly drifts to the side.

‘Not even an EXP and he almost kills me.’ he mused.

He lies down and looks up the sky slowly being darkened by the setting sun. The grass surrounding him bends as a wind dashes against it making a soothing rustle for him to close his eyes. For a moment, everything seems peaceful. He wanted to sleep for the time being on the cold ground while wearing his sleeveless shirt.

In the same moment that he thought himself to be safe. Agta emerges from the shadow of one of the posts. Nightfall has begun but the place is lit by the moon. Creeping slowly from the shadows, Agta lunges towards the half-asleep adventurer. He was able to notice the wolf and was able to raise his arm and defended the attack that was aimed at his neck.

The wounded wolf is struggling to drag the adventurer around while gnawing at his arm. On the other hand, the adventurer couldn’t grab his sword due to it being sheathed to his right where the wolf is currently at.

Unable to grab his sword, he reaches to his inventory with his right hand and pulls out a wooden sword and hits Agta with it.

“How are you still alive!”

‘If only I could see their health points.’

He tries to stand up then puts his wooden sword away but was interrupted when Agta lunges again at him. He then drops the sword and reaches to his inventory again and pulls out a vial filled with a red liquid the same appearance the Yeeticus used during his fight with Bob. He drinks it while Agta is gnawing at his legs, deeming it more important than getting rid of the wolf causing his injuries.

After drinking the red fluid, the bite mark from his arm disappears, leaving his leg the only injured part. With some strength that he may have gained from the vial, he kicks of the wolf whose jaws have lock deeply in his legs.

The wolf whimpers as it hits one of the fences. It then glares at the adventurer before it slowly blends with the shadows that have now occupied the entire place.

“Come out!” His shout echoes throughout the farm. Turning his body round about guessing where the wolf might come out. He loosens his shoulders and goes into a stance, holding his sword with both of his hand then he took a deep breath. He swings his sword to his side where a blue vertical wave comes out of it but it hit nothing. Then Agta emerges from underneath him and tries to bite his neck off. Throwing him off balance and falling to the ground.

After the failed attempt the wolf returns back to the shadows before the adventurer could strike him with his sword. He once again stood up and prepared for another attack.

A howl from the top of the hill made him look. There stood the wolf with itss glowing yellow eyes. It is the same wolf that attacks him moments ago. He brandishes his sword and shouted at the wolf.

“Come on!”

Then from below the hill not far from him, an axe flew and hit him on his back, piercing it. Before succumbing to death, he was able to turn around and see the farmer that he thought he had already killed.

Wounded, Bob crawled back up the hill after stumbling. When he reaches the slope where he last saw the adventurer, he saw Agta gnawing at him. Without being discreet he moves slowly while maintaining the last ounce of strength that he has for a final blow. When Agta howled and completely distracted the adventurer leaving his back expose to an attack. Bob curls his arms, with both hands holding the axe. He throws it with the last of his strength.

Seeing the axe hit the adventurer and finally dying, his body began to fail and falls unconscious on the ground.