@stormwrynnd
He stood panting heavily, fingers gripping the hilt of the wooden sword he’d been given upon coming here. The wood was splintered in some spots, blood dripping from the blade as he glanced around at the three dead wolves at his feet. It wasn’t as though he’d had too much difficulty with them, he’d just been pissed off that they’d attacked him in the first place. Seriously, he’d just been walking along, minding his own goddamn business.
“Hey, asshole. You want some too? I’m givin’ ‘em out like they’re free samples.” He didn’t actually want to fight the guy. But if there was one thing he’d learned, it was that people liked to make an attack after one was done fighting. When they were at their weakest point and, really, he was pretty wiped. He wasn’t really wanting to fight.