The Earthwolves circle Nordoux in a to and fro stalking motion with the synchronicity of clockwork precision. It is a momentary stalemate, as the beasts await for the focus of Nordoux to train on one of the brethren. Nordoux continuously turns, as not to place attention on any one for any length of time. During this time of strategic contemplation, Nordoux spins his knife from an upward grasp, held for the skinning of a boar, to a downward grasp, held for the death of a beasts.
As he grips his bow with his left hand, he opens his thumb and first two fingers of his right to gather three arrows from his quiver. His palm remains cupped with the other fingers firmly around the butt of the knife. After knocking one arrow, he places the other two in the grip of the hand that binds the belly of the bow. With the arrow knocked and held in place with his finger at the bow's rest, he stands his ready. To maintain a step ahead, he knows the firs must be of his own.
He singles out the larger of the man sized predators and raises his bow of yew into a forward bowarm posistion, though not drawn. This simulated action sparks the pack leader to bolt into cover to avoid the projectile that does not come. The two lesser fiends lunge into the flanks of Nordoux and howel in tourment as the sun's rays pain stricken their pale tinted flesh of scales. Nordoux drpos to one knee, and with an upward swinging motion to his back drives the hunting knife into the soft underbelly of the beast that encroaches his right flank. The momentum of the Earthwolf's attack fells the body of the creature atop Nordoux, shielding him from the oncoming blow of the third, now second foe. The Earthwolf pants from a resting posistion, inside the cover of the great wood, to regain some of the strength lost from the exposure.
The alpha male, now enraged from the cunning trickery of the potential prey, belts out a battle cry of warning and prepares the next attack. Nordoux, now with bow at full draw and both remaining enemies at his foreground, steps backwards into the edge of the great wood. Seizing the opportunity, with one dead and the other weakened, the alpha male charges into the clearing to claim the spoils of the fallen boar. Nordoux narrows his sights on the monstrous hound from hell, as the still weakened lesser fades into the wood. The alpha male pauses over the prize to send another cry. This cry is one of pride, one of victory.
Nordoux: YOU WILL NOT REAP THE SEWN OF OTHERS!!! YOU THIEVING DEMON DOG!!!
Nordoux sends three arrows in rapid sucession to the escaping Earthwolf. To no avail, the reeds bounce from the armored hide like rain on cobbles. Having no tolerance for thievery, still scared from the loss of his blade, Nordoux acts from a state of revenge and races after the alpha male.
