[A Level 1 Dungeon Wolf has been slayed]
[10 exp granted]
[Exp: 30|50]
The text displayed, but Agra barely had a time to read them as another wolf came charging at him.
Quickly, he brushed the text away as he sunk back to action.
He threw the bone on his hand towards the wolf that had leapt high in the air and ready to pounce on him. The bone perfectly connected with the wolf's jaws, knocking it off balance as it slightly missed Agra who side stepped, but not far, or fast enough as he got brushed by the wolf's claw on the side of his face.
[-1 HP]
[HP: 3/10]
Agra gritted his teeth while flinching in pain, but he didn't have time to nurse his wounds as he understood that every second counts.
This was a life and dead situation and he needed to be as sharp as a needle to survive. His HP was already reading low and he couldn't afford to make any unnecessary mistakes, especially with a couple of more wolves waiting to face him.
With the wolf landing on his back ground, Agra charged forward, completely forgetting about the first wolf that had previously injured him and focused on the one charging towards him.
He was back in the corridor, meaning that he only had to worry about being attacked from behind and front, and not sideways, and since the wolf on his back had not yet regained its momentum, Agra decided to focus on the one in front of him.
In the middle of his running, he bend his back while skidding his hands across the floor, and the moment his fingers made contact with something solid, Agra tightened his grip and picked sharp bones that were scattered across the floor.
It was more like the wolf was mimicking his move as it also dropped its head on the ground with its jaws wide open ready to bit Agra off. But as it got close enough, Agra raised his upper body while side-spinning, and at a perfect timing, he thrusted one of the bones on his hand towards the wolf, perfectly connecting with its skull and sending the wolf skidding across the floor of bones, lifeless.
[A Level 1 Dungeon Wolf has been slayed]
[10 exp granted]
[Exp: 40|50]
The last wolf came charging, this time even more faster, as if it was now being fueled by vengeance rather than its predatory instincts.
It leapt up, catching Agra off guarded as it sunk it's fungs deep on his shoulder, tightening its jaws and pinning him against the stone floor.
[-2 HP]
[HP: 1/10]
The pain was overwhelming to Agra as dizziness started to crawl in.
He had lost too much blood, received deep injuries and at this point, Agra was barely holding on.
Facing this three wolves at ago was a task that proved to he almost impossible to him, and if he hadn't return back to the corridor to control his surroundings, he was sure that he could have been killed a long time ago.
He was worn out. His low reading stamina taking a toll on him as every muscle on his body screamed for him to finally rest, surrender and meet his fate.
He hadn't been used on moving around this much. He hadn't been practicing like his fellow medley teenagers. Every time he tried to walk into the training ground, he would be pushed out, claiming that it was just a waste of resources.
Not just the teenagers that were chasing him out of the training ground, even those in charge of the orphanage didn't support him being at the training ground.
The only moment that Agra found himself on the training ground was when he was being used as a punching bag.
"My fe has awakened... Let me try it's strength on Agra."
"I've learned to channel this skill.... Let me try on Agra."
"Master said we should start kicking like this ... Let me try on Agra."
"I think it's best if I start punching like this... Let me try it on Agra."
That has literally been the story of his life.
The only thing that kept him going this whole long was a thought of one day his fe awakening and finally figured out what happened to his mother.
Yes, the reports claimed that she was dead, but the same report, when read, had just too many hole of shadowing truth that Agra felt like he needed to figure out.
With this all running in his mind, a determination of success suddenly washed over his essence. There was just too much he needed to accomplish and, this wasn't a time for him to die, maybe some other time, but not today.
His eyes popped out while gripping the bone on his hand. And with all the strength he could gather, he thrusted the bone upwards, piecing the wolf's neck that quickly loosen its jaws and collapsed on top of him.
[A Level 1 Dungeon Wolf has been slayed]
[10 exp granted]
[Exp: 50|50]
{A maximum exp threshold had been obtained}
{You have Leveled up}
{6 sp has been granted.}
{3 skill points has been granted}
{HP bar has been restored}
As the screen displayed, Agra felt a new surger of energy raising and circulating his entire body. It was refreshing and relaxing that made him to relax his head for a moment, as he didn't seem to be in an immediate danger. So taking a just a breath wouldn't hurt.
He pushed the dead wolf off him, and as he did, he noticed something strange about his body. All the pain he was previously experiencing had mysteriously vanished, even the deep wounds he had had also mysteriously disappeared no matter how deep they were.
His skin was now smooth. Not even a single scare could be seen on his skin. Even that scratch on his face, qs smooth as they come.
As if wanting him to work at the matter at hand, the status window mysteriously displayed.
[User: Agra]
[Race: Medley]
[Level: 1]
[HP: 10]
[FC:10]
[Exp: 0/100]
[Strength: 10]
[Stamina: 10]
[Agility: 10]
[SP: 6]