Darion stood over the corpse, his breathing heavy, his heart pounding. The fight had been quick but intense, a true test of his skills. The moves had worked. The golden light had flowed. He had faced a real creature and emerged victorious.
He smiled, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. He was beginning to feel like a real fighter.
He continued deeper into the forest, his confidence growing with each step. The success against the Bogart had boosted his morale, and he was eager to test himself again. He encountered a wolf next, a lean, gray creature with sharp eyes and bared teeth. It circled him, its movements cautious, its gaze fixed on his throat.
Darion raised his sword, his body settling into the familiar stance. The wolf lunged, its jaws snapping toward his arm. He sidestepped, moving through the first sequence, the golden light rippling from his blade. It struck the wolf in the side, knocking it off balance. The creature yelped, its body tumbling to the ground.
