Wolves of Valor

Chapter 55: Zyphers Travels.

Far out in the lands in the Evening, Zypher would be walking with the back of his head resting on the palms of his hands which were behind his head. His sword would be bouncing slightly back and forth as he continued on.
He would sniff the wild air as he gave a content smile, enjoying the smell of freedom and nature before stopping abruptly due to a smell he recognized but only enjoyed in battle. It was Templars.

Quickly he jumped up into a tall tree and looked out across the lands before catching it, A Templar camp. Must've set up for the night despite still having a few hours left.

“This is gonna be fun. . .” Zypher smiled and thought to himself as he hid deeper in the tree and vanished from sight.

The Templar guards would be sitting on two logs as they chatted with eachother while the other guards were collecting more branches and even gathering food from their carts. “So like I was saying, she wanted me to go out with her even though I was still on duty, like the hell was I supposed to do, go with it?!” The guard said before him and the other both busted out laughing while the other guard would speak through his laughter, “Women am I right??” “Pffft yeah, they're wild!!” The first guard was still laughing with his eyes closed and when he opened them he noticed the other one was gone.

He was looking around himself still noticing that he was gone. “Okay, hahaha, very funny dude, but jokes u-” He noticed all the guards were gone. Slowly turning his head to the tent, he saw two legs laying out of the tent and a lot of blood on the ground around it. Slowly he would get up and pull out his sword shakily, “C-come on guys this isn't funny!!” He yelled out as his breath became shallow, his legs wobbling, him and his armor now soaked in the sweat of a man so terrified, each second feeling like an eternity as he took one slow step after another.

Slowly peaking around the corner of the tent to see inside as he swallowed hard only to drop his sword in sight of the entire massacre in the tent. From a side view it'd show the guard paralyzed with fear looking into the tent before two strong arms with claws pull him in. With that done, the campfire would go out. This all happened in three minutes.

Walking away from the now torn down camp while chewing on a chicken leg, Zypher would have his now casually bored expression on his face as he tossed the cleaned bone behind him and put his hands on the back of his head as he went on forward. “Must've been a bunch of rookies, those guys sucked. But the look on that last guys face was worth it. I think he pissed himself too!!” He laughed as he went on forward.

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