A roar was heard throughout a small mine, One that was handed to the local adventurers guild to handle.

  What echoed through this mine was a teenager.

  One who was going to keep a promise to a friend she had not seen in years.

  Seina Ironheart

  I managed to stand up.

  The great wolf had a new scar along its face. It was hesitant now. Like it understood the implication of what happened.

  I wasn’t sure myself. All I knew was that strength filled my body.

  It was healing me, making me sharper.

  But the biggest thing.

  It wrapped itself around my sword, and cut through the great wolf’s skin as a clean strike. Like it wasn’t even there.

  The great wolf growled low, the smaller ones began to move towards me.

  It seems like I’m now worth the full force of this pack.

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  The first one to attack tried to jump me from behind.

  But I grabbed its throat and crushed it.

  The next one went for my legs.

  My legs didn’t even feel the wolf’s breath.

  More at a time came at me.

  And the less the ground could be seen.

  A rhythm was formed. And the feeling of that adventurer fight followed.

  Guess I should name that attack.

  I repeated the movement.

  Slash-up.

  Slash-down.

  Left. Right. Again. Again.

  In the pile of wolves, covered in blood. The name flowed into me.

  Dance of the waterfowl.

  I then turned against the great wolf.

  It charged at me with its horns. This was desperation manifesting.

  I raised my sword above my head, planted my feet. And slashed.

  Its head came clean off.

  At the end of the fight. I was left alone in the mine.

  I sheathed my sword. And reflected on what happened to me.

  Realization came to me far later than it should.

  “I can use aura.” I said with a small chuckle.

  I grabbed the great wolf’s head and began trudging back to the guild.