Even in this life threatening situation, Carus managed to feel quite a bit of shame over the fact that a little slave girl had to yell at him to get up as she stood protecting him. He was surprised to see her put her wrapped arm out, letting the wolf bite before she cut it. Someone so small was clearly his superior in this regard. Both in combat and most definitely in courage.
As she dodged under the wolf and cut it, the change in the wolves moods was clear. They were more at alarm know, realising that it wouldn’t be easy prey to take down. Carus breathed deeply, calming himself. The situation didn’t seem at all as bad as before, and a hope of getting out of this situation alive stopped his body from shaking as he was about to try and put his arms under him to push himself off the ground.
At that moment he saw someone running towards them from the corner of his eye. Carus froze for a second, afraid a new threat was approaching them quickly. He turned his head towards the person and saw an old, ragged looking man come running towards him. He didn’t see him as a threat anymore, thinking that even here, a thief wouldn’t be dumb enough to attack while there were still wolves around them. The old man reached him and started tugging on his arm to pull him to his feet and Carus took the help, quickly dragging himself up to stand. The man was yelling about how they must flee, and while Carus found the man Peculiar, he didn’t think much of it as he quickly turned back towards the two wolves still lurking about, raising his knife at the ready again.
“Stop it Espalia! We must flee this place!”, Grisham yelled as he tried to pull at Carus arm again, clearly trying to make him run away with him. Carus looked at the old beggar with an incredulous look on his face. Who was Espalia, and what was the old man rambling on about? Something to think about at a later time Carus decided as he turned back to the task at hand, considering his options. He could follow the man and run with him, within a minute he could be at a safe distance, leaving the woman to fend for herself against the wolves. She seemed to have been been a lot better than Carus so far, so was it really that bad of an option?
But no, leaving the woman there alone simply didn’t seem like the right thing to do at this point. Would it had been someone else from town he would have done it in a heartbeat, but she was the first person he had met in Sunberth that didn’t completely disgust him. And even though he knew she didn’t like his kind of privileged thinking, at least she was honest to him and spoke truthfully.
“We can’t flee without my friend”, Carus said as he looked the old beggar straight in the eyes. He sighed loudly at his words, as he was hoping to escape alone with his precious Esplaia. But if she wanted her little friend with them then so be it. Grisham pulled out his knife hanging from his side. It was clearly very old and rusty, and Carus wondered if the old man even had any idea how to use the knife in an actual fight. He stood next to Carus, and they looked at the scene once again. The remaining two wolves had seemed to split up a bit, one moving towards Kelski, and one had been moving towards Carus that laid on the ground. As Grisham had arrived though, the wolf who had been moving toward him seemed a bit more cautious. Grisham, having a chance to take his lost wife home again finally, threw caution to the wind as he rushed in towards the wolf.
“For Espalia!”, he yelled loudly as he ran towards the wolf. It seemed surprised at the man's sudden outburst and recoiled a bit backwards. As Grisham came close enough it made a hesitant snap towards the hand which wielded the knife. But not quick enough, as Grishams energy was more than it had been for a long time at finally seeing his precious Espalia again. He easily moved back his hand so the wolf couldn’t reach it before slashing it across the wolfs face hard and fast. The slash opened up the wolfs face, and that quickly he had done more damage to the wolves than what Carus had managed the entire fight so far, as the wolf fell down, too injured to move or even dead. Carus quickly turned to look at the woman instead, as the last uninjured wolf stalked slowly around her in a half circle.
As she dodged under the wolf and cut it, the change in the wolves moods was clear. They were more at alarm know, realising that it wouldn’t be easy prey to take down. Carus breathed deeply, calming himself. The situation didn’t seem at all as bad as before, and a hope of getting out of this situation alive stopped his body from shaking as he was about to try and put his arms under him to push himself off the ground.
At that moment he saw someone running towards them from the corner of his eye. Carus froze for a second, afraid a new threat was approaching them quickly. He turned his head towards the person and saw an old, ragged looking man come running towards him. He didn’t see him as a threat anymore, thinking that even here, a thief wouldn’t be dumb enough to attack while there were still wolves around them. The old man reached him and started tugging on his arm to pull him to his feet and Carus took the help, quickly dragging himself up to stand. The man was yelling about how they must flee, and while Carus found the man Peculiar, he didn’t think much of it as he quickly turned back towards the two wolves still lurking about, raising his knife at the ready again.
“Stop it Espalia! We must flee this place!”, Grisham yelled as he tried to pull at Carus arm again, clearly trying to make him run away with him. Carus looked at the old beggar with an incredulous look on his face. Who was Espalia, and what was the old man rambling on about? Something to think about at a later time Carus decided as he turned back to the task at hand, considering his options. He could follow the man and run with him, within a minute he could be at a safe distance, leaving the woman to fend for herself against the wolves. She seemed to have been been a lot better than Carus so far, so was it really that bad of an option?
But no, leaving the woman there alone simply didn’t seem like the right thing to do at this point. Would it had been someone else from town he would have done it in a heartbeat, but she was the first person he had met in Sunberth that didn’t completely disgust him. And even though he knew she didn’t like his kind of privileged thinking, at least she was honest to him and spoke truthfully.
“We can’t flee without my friend”, Carus said as he looked the old beggar straight in the eyes. He sighed loudly at his words, as he was hoping to escape alone with his precious Esplaia. But if she wanted her little friend with them then so be it. Grisham pulled out his knife hanging from his side. It was clearly very old and rusty, and Carus wondered if the old man even had any idea how to use the knife in an actual fight. He stood next to Carus, and they looked at the scene once again. The remaining two wolves had seemed to split up a bit, one moving towards Kelski, and one had been moving towards Carus that laid on the ground. As Grisham had arrived though, the wolf who had been moving toward him seemed a bit more cautious. Grisham, having a chance to take his lost wife home again finally, threw caution to the wind as he rushed in towards the wolf.
“For Espalia!”, he yelled loudly as he ran towards the wolf. It seemed surprised at the man's sudden outburst and recoiled a bit backwards. As Grisham came close enough it made a hesitant snap towards the hand which wielded the knife. But not quick enough, as Grishams energy was more than it had been for a long time at finally seeing his precious Espalia again. He easily moved back his hand so the wolf couldn’t reach it before slashing it across the wolfs face hard and fast. The slash opened up the wolfs face, and that quickly he had done more damage to the wolves than what Carus had managed the entire fight so far, as the wolf fell down, too injured to move or even dead. Carus quickly turned to look at the woman instead, as the last uninjured wolf stalked slowly around her in a half circle.
