1st P.O.V
And I was right. Not even five minutes after I said that phrase three Timberwolves jump out some bushes and blocking my way. You know some people would panic inside of their heads right now, while others would calmly plan out their strategy either for attacking them or getting the heck out of here. But I wasn’t thinking about either of those things. My thought process was more along the lines of ‘DAMN YOU MURPHY, DAMN YOU TO HELL!’
I have my sword in my right hand in front of me and ready to slash at anyone of the three new opponents before me as they spread out a little and I shrug off my backpack. It might be three against one but I was pretty confident in my chances. After Twilight became a princess she needed me less and less and was often out on royal duties most of the time leaving me with a lot of free time. Some of the free time went into practicing my control over my dragon fire. When I was younger I could only get a decent jet of flames when I was annoyed or angry, now I can more or less do it at will while also learning to do few new tricks with my fire. Timberwolves aren’t really wolves. They are really the spirit of dead wolves that possess a bunch of dead branches and twigs, combining them together to make their wolf like bodies attack anything they think they have a chance of beating. Three piles of firewood vs. a walking flamethrower. You do the math.
The timberwolf in the middle was the first to attack and I respond with a strong overhead swing to its head ending it. After seeing its comrade killed (if these things can actually die) the pile of branches on my right begins its charge with the one on my left following its ally’s example. Thankfully I was preparing for something like this. I sent an upward slash to the Timberwolf on my right to knock it away while I open my hand and pointed my palm to the charging wolf on my left. Concentrating a little on my hand a green fireball a little bit bigger than a baseball appears in front of my hand. I waited until it got close enough and when it jump to try and pounce me I send the fireball flying right into its face blowing it up. I quickly turn around to the Timberwolf I hit earlier and saw it just got on its paws. I breathe in deeply and send out a somewhat big bout of dragon fire before it knew what hit him. As I watch the pile of wood burn I hear a twig snap. I turn around saw a fourth Timberwolf that is almost as tall as I am charging right at me and about to take a swipe at me with one of its forepaws. There was no time to dodge it so I put both hands on my sword and try to block it.
I manage to block the attack and my sword is in my left hand, but I am sent flying due to the brute force of the attack. Though the flight didn’t last long and land on my back pretty hard. For a walking pile of wood it has a pretty good hook on it. Before I could stop seeing stars it pounced on me hoping to bite my throat out. But instead of it tasting my flesh and blood I got a good taste of my sword. With my sword blocking its mouth my right hand reach up to grab the side of its head trying to push it off but no such luck. It was time for pouchy here to see one of my other tricks. Focusing on my hands dragon fire comes into existence engulfing them causing my right hand to burn the wood dog’s face. But I forgot that I still have my sword in my left hand. Though instead of melting my sword or something the blade was surrounded by my fire, causing it to burn the Timberwolf’s mouth. It jumps off of me to try to put out the fire that was burning its head. While it was busy doing that I toss a fireball at it knocking it on its side. While it is still down I jump at it and bring my flaming sword down on it severing it neck.
The fire from sword starts to spread through both pieces, turning them both into a pile of ashes. I hear something and I realize that I forgot that these guys can rebuild themselves if there is enough of it to do so. When I turn to the walking tree bark it just finished putting it head together, but it was in for a surprise when it noticed it was the only one left. After looking at me and my flaming sword it ran like hell out here. After waiting for a minute or two to make sure there wasn’t any more surprises I let myself relax. I’m not sure if it’s the adrenaline rush or my Dragonborn instincts kicking in but I can’t seem to get rid of this grin glued on my face. ‘That was fun.’ the thought echo inside my head. I’m not sure whether or not that is a good sign but I will worry about it later.
I realize that both my hand and my sword were still on fire. I’m not even sure how I pulled that off with my sword. Think about stopping the fire in my hand and sword and sure enough the flames die down. I carefully look at my sword to see if there is any damage but there is none. I decided to see if I can do it again. I focus on my fire appearing but engulfing the blade. Ghostly green fire appears on the blade and not burning it from the looks of it. I turn off the fire again thinking that this new trick could be really useful and made a mental note to test it out when I am somewhere safer.
With that in mind I put my backpack I put down earlier and continue on my way. While I was walking I realize something. I just fought my first real fight and won by myself. This was a big confidence boost but I know mustn’t get cocky or something will come along and kill my ass. As I continue to walk I can’t help but think to myself, ‘I wonder kind of adventure is around the corner?’