I stand there looking around at the Timberwolves surrounding me, really regretting not bringing my sword. I couldn't help the fear that showed in my eyes, the only battle I ever fought was when I battled Tirek, but I had no idea how to actually fight, pure adreneline and Wilford Warfstache is what got me through that ordeal. So I had no idea what to do with all these Timberwolves surrounding me. I also don't have enough magic left to fly out of the forest so I was stuck on the ground for now, I knew that I couldn't take on all of these Timberwolves by myself, so I decided with the best course of action for right now...RUN!
I run and burst through an opening in the wall of Timberwolves, looking straight ahead as I keep running, not stopping for even a second. I have no idea which direction I am heading, but I just need to outrun these Timberwolves and shake them off of me. Just as I finish that thought process I look behind me only to see the Timberwolves right on my tail. I make a decision and stop then I run straight to my right, jumps over a Timberwolf that was about to snap at my leg, kicking it in the face and using that as a good push forward. As I keep running I think about running back to Ponyville but there was two problems with that one, I didn't know which way Ponyville was, and two, I couldn't risk letting loose a couple of Timberwolves into Ponyville.
I get an Idea as I keep running, I run straight into a tree until at the last minute I turn and run right. I look back to see that my plan had worked, as soon as I had jump out of the way a few Timberwolves couldn't slow their momentum and ended up crashing into the tree and bursting into a bunch of sticks. I knew I couldn't rest easy just yet because, looking behind me I still can count about 15 or 20 Timberwolves following me and they were catching up. I kept running until I find myself in a large clearing, it seems that the whole universe is against me as I run straight into a solid object (again). Apparently I'm an idiot and can't see 3 feet in front of me, because the solid object I just ran into was a giant cliff .
"SON OF A BITCH, THAT HURT!!" I yell as I'm crouching down holding my bloody nose in pain. As I'm about to yell a couple more obscenities I hear multiple growls from behind me. I turn around only to find myself surrounded by Timberwolves. I crouch down into a defensive pose, cursing the universe about a thousand times in my head. "Gawd fucking dammit," I say as I keep up my defensive pose. "I don't suppose we could all make up and sit down for a tea party?" I say only getting more angry growls in response. "Yeah I didn't think so," I sigh as I bring out what little magic I had, my hands being surrounded in my aura.
I look around for anything I can throw at them, that is until a Timberwolve tries to rush me, I jump out of the way kicking it in the head in retaliation. I crouch back down into a defensive pose and start looking around again for anything I could use as a weapon. As my eyes land on a exceptionally sharp and sturdy stick that had fallen off of the Timberwolve I kicked I get an Idea. Levitating the stick up in front of me, I wait until another Timberwolve decides to try and rush me. As soon as it jumps at me mouth open and teeth bared, I launch the sharp stick right into it's mouth. It had a confused look on it's face just before it exploded into a bunch of sticks and leaves. I don't hesitate and grab the next sharp and sturdy stick from the pile the just exploded Timberwolve on the ground. Grabbing a few more sturdy and sharp ones, I launch another stick at a Timberwolve that had gotten too impatient, as I keep launching sticks at Timberwolves like a badass, I can't help but love Dead Space even more than I already have, because frankly that game is one of the only reasons I'm surviving right now.
Inevitably I run out of sharp and sturdy sticks, luckily there were only a handfull of Timberwolves left. I decide that I needed to start thinking of something else real quick, so I jump up and grab one of the strong branches of the tree above me. Lifting my foot up just in time before one of the Timberwolves could take a bit out of my leg. I continue to climb up higher as the Timberwolves beneath me start jumping up trying to snap at my feet, until I get to high for them to jump. As I reach the top of the tree I look down only to see them climbing up it. I didn't have anywhere else to go so I put a little magic into my feet to make them able to absorb more impact. I decided that if I was going to jump down I was going to take 1 or 2 of them with me. I jumps down right into one of the Timberwolves's face, knocking it off of the tree. Unfortunately for 1 of the Timberwolves below it, I grabbed onto a loose stick pulling another down with me. I use the 2 Timberwolves to help with the impact by putting them between me and the ground, so they take all of my weight and break my fall, them exploding into a bunch of leaves and sticks.
I tuck and roll, jumping onto my feet as I turn around. Unfortunately I didn't see one of the Timberwolves jumping down straight at me, I try and dodge too late as it crashes into me, clamping it's mouth onto my forearm. "FUUUUUUUCK!!" I yell in pain as I try to make the Timberwolf let go. It finally let go but it took a pretty big bite out of my arm, I stomp it's head into the ground, it exploding into sticks after I do. "Gawd damn motherfucking wooden wolves," I growl as I hold my bloody arm.
I look up only to see the last two Timberwolves getting ready to jump on me, looking down at my injured arm, I see that I'm losing a lot of blood. Deciding that I needed to end this before I lost consciousness from blood loss. I didn't have time to think about how to do that, as they both charged at me not giving me enough time to react. One of them latches onto my leg and the other one onto my other forearm. I yell in pain as I try to stay conscious, spotting a large rock by my feet I grab the rock with my free hand, and start smashing it into the head of the Timberwolf that was latched onto my leg. It finally going still after a couple of tries. I didn't have time to relax as there was still a Timberwolf latched onto my arm, so I ram my arm into the ground, grunting in pain each time, until it finally lets go. I stomp it's head into the ground before it can get up to try to attack me again, it then dying like the rest.
My vision starts to go dark as I fall onto my back. I can feel that I've already lost a lot of my blood, probably from running around a lot. "Oh my, what is it I see? It is a creature in great need," I hear a voice say as I lose consciousness.