Warlocks

Chapter 2 - First Encounter

Phil's body was transfixed, his whole attention focused on a particular spot in the darkness as his lips quivered with a scared look on his face.

His mind was so preoccupied by what was in the dark that he hadn't noticed the advancing sword that was currently aimed at his head.

Anyway why would he? Not when he had finally seen what was stalking them, and it was way more than he had expected as his already paled face only turned paler.

Amongst the darkness and the shadows provided by the trees, stood a creature whose thick and strong hide was covered in jet black fur.

It had a perfectly slim body, and a slender ridge waist, stemming out of its rear end was a long tail measuring up to three feet long, as it stood on all fours, with razor sharp claws jutting out from each finger on its powerful hind limbs.

Rows of sharp elongated fangs protruded from its mouth as they glisten with venom, while its predatory eyes occasionally gleamed with signs of intelligence.

It stood over seven feet tall as it lingered amongst the trees hiding in its shadows.

The creature's gaze was aimed at Phil's direction as it's eyes were filled with an unquenchable bloodlust.

It slowly crouched low ready to pounce towards him or more precisely the raider who was looming over him.

Using the snow covered ground as a support the creature leapt towards Phil's direction, it limbs powerfully digging into the snow, leaving behind a wake of dust, as it flew through the air with an unimaginable speed.

All Phil saw was a blur, with a cold liquid spraying all over his body, rubbing the liquid off his face, he stared at his hand with a repulsive expression.

Although he already knew what it was, he still couldn't help but grimace at his blood covered hand.

He raised his head back up as he stared at the raider who wanted to kill...... Had tried too kill him.

The raider's face was filled with disbelief as he held his mutilated neck.... Or what was left of it, he tried to stop the blood as it freely flowed from his grievous wound, half his neck had been torn through by something intensely sharp, leaving behind four extremely deep gashes of mangled flesh.

The raider's head hung from his neck unsteadily as it swayed from side to side, it was obvious his neck could no longer support the weight of his head.

The approaching sword had been halted, as his firm grip on it loosen.

The sword fell onto the snow, while he staggered backwards before falling down with an expression of horror forever etched on his face, as his blood slowly dyed the once white snow red.

Phil was petrified beyond measure, although this was the person who had tried to kill him earlier, it didn't change the fact that he was alive a few seconds ago, moreover this was the second time he had seen life being snuffed out of someone.

Just thinking about how dangerous and menacing the raider had been and how quick and easy it had took the creature to kill such a person sent a cold down Phil's spine.

It all didn't make sense but even if it didn't the evidence was currently in front of him.

While Phil was still reeling from shock, the creature by his side turned into a blur, as it moved from its location and towards the dazed raiders.

Phil was snapped back to reality when his attention was drawn by a loud thud, his eyes diverted from the dead body towards the source of the sound.

Sprawled across the snow was another body, the only difference between him and the first raider that was killed, was the fact that he had been killed much faster than the first and that he was holding a torch.