Chapter 12: Horned Wolves (3/3)
The scorching heat of the afternoon sun bathed the darkwood forest where the crew could still be seen battling against the pack of horned wolves.
About an hour had passed, and the battle's chaos only intensified.
Corpses of both soldiers and wild beasts carpeted the chaotic battlefield. Cries of anguish and bestial cries of anger and frustration mixed with the constant clangor of sword against claws blasted across the place continuously.
The crew were still cornered, the horse and carriage remained in the middle of the chaotic gathering. The horse neighed continuously from fright. The carriage stood gallantly, surrounded by soldiers desperately fending off horned wolves.
The population of the crew had reduced drastically after the death of a couple of soldiers. The remaining few struggled with all their might, with a single aim to come out of the battle alive.
Only the captain and the hero stood out, charging forward without a hint of fear.
"There are just a few of them left, we can survive this."
Theobald announced to the crew while he stabbed the right eye of a horned wolf. The horned wolf let out a sharp cry of anguish and lashed out furiously, only to be met with the captain's cold blade stabbing into its other eye, provoking it to cry even louder with more anger and desperation in its sharp voice.
Its attack became erratic, it began swinging its claw desperately with so much power behind it while moving around, facing different directions with each swing as though it was chasing a fly.
The speed and strength of its quick attacks were naturally impossible to survive, but the captain was an expert in dealing with crazed wild beasts.
He even appeared to be playing with the blind horned wolf as he created enough distance to stand aside and watch it attack empty air for a few seconds. A proud and confident smile adorned the face of the captain who was clearly satisfied with the state of the horned wolf.