208 Using The Sword (1/2)

He had read stories before of heroes wielding magic swords and slaying impossible creatures, but standing here, mostly human with only a sword in hand, Laz just felt stupid.

It wasn't to the point that Laz was an idiot. After all, swords can be used in only so many ways. Swing to cut or poke to stab. It wasn't rocket science. But be that as it may, knowing his life was now being determined by how well he could use this cold weapon caused Laz to feel more than just a bit hesitant.

But what else could he do?

Facing down the coyotes in front of him, Laz felt like he was going to be using a tooth pick to poke a grizzly. Before he had any more time to think about it, two of the coyotes charged at him at the same time.

Laz's first instinct wasn't to swing the sword, but instead to dodge. He jumped left as hard as he could and rolled, successfully evade both attacks.

Having narrowly made it, Laz regained his footing, just in time to see another sharp set of teeth come charging at his throat. Do to Laz's inertia, he could only drop backwards and kick out and up, sending the newest attacked flying behind him. If the beast hadn't been charging full tilt, Laz wouldn't even have been able to lift him. As it was, Laz's back and legs almost spasmed from the strain. He just barely kept from dropping the animal on top of himself.

As Laz once again got to his feet, he noticed the last monster come charging at him while the other three started turning around to attack him again.

Although it took a while to describe, everything happened within mere breaths of each other.

Laz barely managed to jump and roll out of the way with this newest attack.

'I can't keep this up. Right now I'm just like trapped prey that they are toying with,” Laz thought to himself. He wasn't far from the truth either. Most animals don't play with their food and although these demon beast weren't just animals anymore, they hadn't developed much in the way of intelligence. So what they were doing wasn't toying with Laz, it was testing him out to see if he had any more defense. This was the reason they were making swift and evasive attacks.

It was part of their survival nature.

Seeing it look like Laz was in dire straights, Sarah had tears in her eyes. She knew that she had fucked up and even more than that, she had dragged Laz down with her. Had she just listened to him, this never would have happened. Interestingly, despite her emotions getting the better of her, she was still thinking of trying to help. As she sat on Tyr and watched Laz jump around like a corned rabbit, she suddenly thought of trying something.

”Can you help him?” She asked, not even knowing if he would understand or respond. The only reason she was trying it was because Laz had been speaking to Tyr all along.

Tyr, hearing the question, turned his head over a bit to that he could see her. Tyr could only communicate words by using his spiritual sense. Even if he wanted to talk to Sarah, he couldn't. It would be like talking to a brick wall in that his words couldn't get through since she hadn't developed a spiritual sense herself. If he forcefully tried to do it, her head would be wracked with pain, causing her to either pass out or possibly die. This wasn't something he knew, it was just instinct telling him not to.

Seeing Tyr looking at her as though he had heard her, she tried again.

”Can you help him?” She asked again, pointing over towards Laz. Tyr looked over and then looked back at Sarah, as though considering her words. He then nodded his head and shook a little bit, causing her to lose her balance slightly. Knowing this meant she should get off him, Sarah complied, sliding off before hiding herself behind a tree. Tyr reached up with one of his legs and petted her head, using the flat side of his claw.

It was like he was saying, 'stay here.' Sarah nodded in understanding.

As Laz was desperately looking for an opening to attack, he suddenly saw Tyr run towards him without Sarah. He took a quick moment to notice that Sarah was hiding behind a tree before again having to jump out of the way of a bite. He could only say a silent thanks again to the girl who taught him how to use his body as a weapon. It was only because of those instincts she had drilled in him that he was still alive right now.

Tyr was not only fast, but he was also silent in his approach. Before the coyotes even noticed, Tyr had shrunk himself down to being the size of the coyotes, jumped up on to a tree and then launched himself off, directly landing on the back of the closest beast.

”TYR,”

:Hunting,: was Tyr's only reply to Laz. Tyr quickly clamped down his surprised victim and then bite down, injecting it with venom. Before the other coyotes could come to their pack members aid, the coyote stiffen up like a board and fell down flat. Normally, this would be when Tyr would wrap it up in webbing if he was going to save it, but since this was a fight, Tyr instead switched his attention to the next closest demon beast. He crouched slightly, making ready to jump at the first moment he saw.

The other coyotes were enraged and ignoring Laz, the three of them charged Tyr, intending to rip him apart first before catching the jumping rabbit.

Laz, having been given a moment of breathing room, stopped hesitating. Laz had no idea how strong Tyr really was, but he wasn't going to let him fight alone.

Seeing all of the beast jump towards the normally sweet and cute little Tyr, Laz felt himself become increasingly angry. As soon as he caught up with the closest beast, which also happened to be the biggest one remain of the pack, Laz jumped up and swung his sword down, intending on turning it's attention away from Tyr.

Had Laz's stroke of the sword been any more crass, Laz would have had to be careful of the sword bouncing back and hitting him in the face. As it was, his swing was fluid, awkward and left much to be desired. The only reason it had any decent strength behind it was due to his ability to free use his body thanks to his previous training. So even after he started swing, Laz just focused on keeping the 'sharp' portion of the blade pointed towards his target while using whatever strength he could.

He couldn't have even imagined how violently the result was going to be.