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when everything was righted sam took a moment to catch his breath with his knees on the ground,' i forget how teleportation disagrees with me' letting out a long breath sam straightened his back taking in his new environment, a forest a dead one. there wasn't a single sing of life no animals wild or sentient, not even the trees were alive there was no wind the soil was a lifeless grey it reminded sam o- 'can't let that train of thought continue nows not the time for a flashback. so where the referee?' sam considered upping his senses but decided that was more likely to do him harm in this environment.

”well if that options out I should try my other senses,” the raven mumbled to himself as he started to move towards a tree. climbing said tree sam consider which core he should use any one of them could help in this situation,” demons out it can only sense those I can tempt, witch I lack the supplies, ghost looks for the soul, lust searches for... well lust, and the mana core can sense other forms of mana...in this dead forest any of the last three would work quite well, but which one this is why I need those dice.”

leaping from branch sam tried to figure out the tracking method to use all while he looked for any physical signs of human presence. it was after fifty trees or so that sam decided on mana sense. stoping on a branch strong enough to support him sam's inner mana reached out to the mana of his surroundings.

the picture the mana painted in his mind showed sam just how truly dead this forest was,' look for human ignore the death that surrounds me' commanded himself. it wasn't near him but sam found of a trace of human presence shooting off in that direction unwrapped a length of the ribbon lets see his response.

he found the referee standing with his arms crossed behind his back, unhesitating sam pulled out a two-inch cresset dagger as he lept at the shoulders for one of his arms. the referee raised his head to look at sam while his arms whipped into action bladed mace appearing in the right.

just before they could colloid sam pulled on the ribbon wrapped a tree branch stopping midair sam just for the mace to brush by him before gravity did its job. flicking his wrist the ribbon released the brach, not a second after he touched the ground sam jump back a rune half-formed.

kicking off the ground the referee chased after sam twirling his mace above his head. when he got in range sam had already compted the rune, tossing the knife in the air crush the rune in his right-hand sam ran it over ribbon lighting it ablaze.

ducking under the mace swing barely sam grabbed his falling dagger using it to block the second swing, the two struggled for a bit until the referee jumped to avoid the burning ribbon sam whipped at his face. the distance between the two grew as the raven continued to use the ribbon as a whip, thankfully there's no grass or it would have caught and I would be fighting in a forest fire...huh that would have been a first for me...neat'

as the referee dance around the ribbon he analyzed sam's movements,' this boy is more than the rest of his age group...he not growing impatient he's willing to wait for me to make the first move just to snare me in a trap. let's see your trap boy.” leaping off to the side he charged at sam fast and low mace scarping the ground.

'almost' sam thought as he leaned back to avoid the raising mace, kicking the referee stomach he knocked the older male backflipping the dagger into a backhand grip sam relentaly attacked.

'where the trap”, the referee thought as he dodged the slashes,' almost' sam slashed up. 'where is it,' he tilted tot he left,' just there' sam thought while stabbing at the man's biceps.' here it comes' he realized pouncing away, sam smirked at the futile movements.

”you can't run from,” his hair bleed white as he called on the power of the ghost inside of him, the little warmth was drained from the air as the forest came to life, in a manner of speaking, the trees reached out for the referee with the braches and rook as white shades in the shape of animals came from between them racing towards the man jaws maws and beaks wide open ectoplasmic drool falling from them.

'it's men a while since I saw such a large number of rabid beasts ', rabid beast these creatures are a small percent of the animal population that have gained power but has become much more ferocious inturn. bigger problems in certain places in the world, sam have visited one or two, the real problem of them was the animal population ranged in the billion made them somewhere in the thousands are far as the public was aware.

observing the savage creature sam took note that most of them didn't have a clear death-wound or form of power. but neither the less sam watched as the referee attempted to fend off the creatures with his apparently blessed weapon. but not blessed enough seeing as it only temporarily dispersed the shades he hit.

”as much fun as it is to watch him struggle I should end this so I can deal with my battle and blood lust...thats an idea,” taking a deep breath sam uncorked the mental bottle his blood lust was contained. the area's temperature dropped even further.

the moment sam's blood lust him the referee felt like a semi-truck had hit him again causing his to chock and falter in his swing, allowing for what look rabbit with shark teeth chomped on his ankle. smashing the fully beast he tried to resist the chill entering his heart, what the hell!' spinning to the side he slammed his mace into the face of a wolf a sec before he elbowed the nose of a deer. 'lets see what else this kid has up his sleeve,' channeling his mana into his mace the head popped leaving a barely visible energy chain connecting the two pieces.

now wielding a frail the referee charged his way through the hoard towards sam, who made no move except focusing his blood lust on him. stumbling the referee was still able to block the tree root aiming for his throat. smashing the root he resumed his charge. sam still didn't move, watching as the man tried to fend off the roots and branches of the tree he was leaning on.

'too close', sam thought before his white hair flared and the referee was slammed int the ground by an invisible force,” so how much more do you need to see?” sam asked as the shades pounced.