"Aaahgg." He clenched his teeth in pain as he held the wolf's snout.
He pushed with all his strength, but it didn't matter—he couldn't get the wolf off him.
It wasn't just because of the awkward position and the pain in his arms, but the wolf itself was heavy and hard to move.
"Get off!" he shouted, trying to channel all his strength to one side to push it off.
"Aaaagghhhh!" He cried out in pain as he felt something bite his leg hard.
The little grip he had managed to gather was lost instantly, and he returned to his original position.
Not only that, but he lost his grip on the snout, so the wolf opened its jaws and descended.
He turned his face away, but the long teeth sank deep into his cheek with force. "Aaaaaghhh!" he screamed in pain.
He grabbed the snout and lifted it, trying to pull it away from his face, but a piece of his cheek was torn away with it.
Blood began to gush from his face.
The pain was almost unbearable, but he gritted his teeth and ignored it as he lifted and squeezed the wolf's snout with one hand.
But the fur was so thick he could do little to nothing to stop it.
Am I going to die like this?
He wondered as slowly his consciousness began to fade from the pain, and he could no longer maintain his grip on the wolf.
It opened its jaws again, this time aiming for his neck to finish it all.
He closed his eyes reflexively, knowing he couldn't hold on any longer... but nothing happened.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
The wolf that was on top of him lifted its head and twitched its ears several times, as if catching something.
And immediately, it got up and left; its companion followed right after.
Abandoning him as if he didn't matter at all.
Confused, exhausted, and bleeding profusely, he straightened up. "What... happened?" he asked himself.
But as if it weren't important, he reached into his clothes and searched for his grimoire.
"Where is it?" he murmured.
Half his vision was red, and he couldn't see anything; he didn't know if his eye had been torn at this point.
He felt overwhelmingly sleepy, but he knew that if he closed his eyes this time, he would die.
"Let's see, where is it?" He asked himself as he flipped through the pages and immediately found what he was looking for.
"This is it," he murmured while preparing the incantation.
"I have no mana left, right?" he murmured with some sadness.
"It will take two hours to recover enough mana. I have to... do something."
He thought as he got up and started to move.
He didn't know what had happened, but if he stayed put, they would return and finish the job.
He checked his wounds: his arms were covered in deep bite marks that reached the bone; his right leg had a similar wound.
He also had bruises and scratches, but at this point, those were the least of his concerns.
His clothes were clearly torn in large and small patches; they could barely be considered clothing anymore.
He needed to find a change, but right now that was impossible.
"The refuge... forget it. At this point, a hole in the ground is enough," he murmured as he stumbled forward.
He couldn't do anything, and his body barely responded, so he wouldn't be able to move for much longer.
He had to rest to use magic and treat his wounds.
He found a spot that seemed hidden among several trees and dense vegetation.
He hid his face among it, covering himself as much as possible so he wouldn't be noticed.
Although the smell of blood would give him away, at this point he couldn't do much more.
Mainly because he felt that at any moment, he was going to lose consciousness.