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At that very moment, a new being decided it was time to quit standing the shadows himself. Having accompanied in secret in hopes of finding what he was looking for, he had only found wastes of his time. Like the animals those two mysterious figures had sent their way. Scaring them off through sheer force of will alone would have been easy enough. But the quicker they got through this and the search picked up again then it'd be for the better. Which is why the sound of a cannon going off erupted near Minerva and if it worked out, one of the wolves would have dropped with a hole having been blown clean through them.
If she turned to face whoever had fired off that weapon, she wouldn't have had to look very far. Standing like a giant with armor as far as the eye could see, one of the man's hands seemed to have been a prosthetic one. One that also operated as a hand cannon of all things.
Though she knew this place was a tense battlezone, she couldn't help having her attention drawn to that for the most fleeting of moments, her face expressionless save for a sense of awe. It was almost like being a child again, if only very temporarily. Her thoughts raced a mile a minute: I know what I want for Christmas, how do I not have one of those, where can I get one, how much would it cost, would it still work if I just severed it from this guy's arm--
Closing the hand back up, the man reached for the gigantic sword sheathed to his back and looked at the remaining wolves and Minerva. She seemed skilled enough that the knives likely would have hit enough vitals given how many of them there were being thrown.
But why not even those odds a bit more?
Rushing forward the man dug the blade of his sword along the ground before stopping near one of the incoming wolves. Lifting up his sword with what appeared to be very little effort indeed, the man let out a bloodcurdling battle cry before swinging the weapon outwards. Like a hot knife through butter.
As his sword dug through fur, flesh, and bone before coming out the other side, blood gushed from the now separated halves of the wolf and onto the man's face. As it dripped down from his face and began to run along his armor, the man let out a few breaths. But it wasn't from exhaustion or anything like that. No mere pups like these would have cost him too much energy.
No, this was because he had found himself in the heat of battle once more! Something that made his blood boil with excitement! The next opportunity to slice through whoever was foolish enough to stand in his way and oppose him!
Who was this man you may have asked?
He was known simply as Guts!
Though she was snapped back into focus on the situation soon enough, boots planted firmly into the ground in a combat stance, fingers curled around the hilt of her twin blades and ready for more if the remaining wolves were stupid enough to continue this farce. Her face contorted with a fierce rage as she all but snarled.
"COME ON THEN!"
@T.O.M. @Ringmaster
"COME ON THEN!"
@T.O.M. @Ringmaster
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