Emotional Turbulence
Wolf Man Damien knew that he didn’t have forever to decide. The blade of the knife was already leaving a track of blood in his neck. He could feel blood and smell it. [Ping! Drop! Drop!) The system suddenly popped up. “Drop?” He said out loud. Could the system be telling him what he ought to do? “Did you hit my brother? You’ll feel so sorry for your life.”
The brother of the poacher yelled, more of gloating. Damien realized that it was now or never. Though his left hand was trying so hard to ease the pressure of the knife on his neck, but it was just a little time before he’d be hurt. He wasn’t holding a firm stance.
Going by the system’s instruction, Damien pushed his body backwards swiftly, losing his balance. On his back he fell. He fell on the chest of the man, the back of his head hit the big fat nose of the crazy poacher. He quickly rolled away from the man. “You fucking retard, you’ll beg me to spare your life in vain.”
The poacher boasted. Even though blood was beginning to come out of his nostrils because of the former impact, his eyes were still dark and mean. His face tough, jaws stiffened. Damien looked around him, he didn’t have much time to stand. The poacher would roll over to him and stab him in the chest.
He noticed the rifle of the poacher he killed few moments ago; he was lying adjacent to the corpse.
THIS SHOULD DO. He quickly picked the gun. He knew it would take time and effort to cock it let alone release a bullet. He swung the rifle to the other side an hit the poacher in the left jaw with the base of the gun.
Damien could hear bone crunching at the contact. The poacher who was almost gaining on him before Damien hit him fell forward, his knife almost driving through Damien’s chest. But the poacher missed.
Damien swiftly pushed him away from himself and stood up. Damien pressed the sole of his left shoe to the hand of the poacher which still held the knife.
THIS BASTARD IS SO TOUGH.
Damien didn’t want to waste much time. He hit the poacher with the rifle on the other side of the face and kept doing it till he heard the man whimper.
“D–don’t… g-go… t-to… m-my… boat.”
Turunnse/ Wolf Man
strength to do anything. Damien cocked the rifle and sent a bullet through the forehead of the poacher. No doubt, the poacher was dead now. – Damien dropped the rifle first. Then he dropped on his butt, near the corpse of the man. [Ping! Rid the territory of Poachers and gained 200 experience points and a system gem.] Damien kept breathing heavily, staring blankly at the bark of one of the trees opposite him. His thoughts were assorted. He had never been that near death. The truth was that he had killed several predators and those who wanted to kill him first. But
was gone to die.” He swallowed, sniffing. “That
to break. A sign of swelling tears? He sniffled again
still sensitive. The soft part which
“The boat.”
soon as possible. The knowledge that he had just killed two men kept sending chills down his spines. “They are not humans!! They were evil men, they wanted to kill
to convince himself, he felt a wave of strength hit
the boat, one of the palms to his neck which had been cut slightly, just a thin straight line. Then came the weak growling of the wolf. “Oh, you’re still here.” The wolf was still lying on its side. Damien had almost forgotten that there was any wolf there. He flipped the system window out and called out the jungle wit skill. The skill led him to a nearest plant whose leaves, if squeezed, could slowly
was convincing the wolf to stay calm. He had never even dealt with dogs before. He wasn’t a guy of pets. He feels uncomfortable easily around them. But this seemed strange that he wanted to have the
growling. He wanted to touch the wolf but the wolf snapped. The pain in the limb of the wolf wasn’t enough to stop it from making an attempt to catch his hand in its merciless jaws. (Ping! Jungle Wits: Get a bone or
her… she’s a girl. Get a
sure. He couldn’t guarantee what might happen in the next few moments, so he couldn’t leave the wolf on
“Match her rage.”
“But how do I match her rage? What am I supposed to do. How am
him that he still had a long way to go.
walked closer and closer to the wolf now. The wolf growled at him, but he didn’t flinch. He bent towards the
WHERE’S THE RAGE?
thought. He suddenly realized that the eyes of the wolf sent