Whimsical and Titan exchanged strange looks when they heard a scream coming from nearby. The tall, burly spartan gave Whimsical a nod and began to climb up the mountain, while Whimsical himself started to move back, quickly taking his two handed axe from his back, the white, glowy weapon nearly reflecting what little light there was in the Dire Mountain as he ran towards the general direction of where he expected the scream to come from. Using his tracking ability, he was able to track dire wolves- in combat. All it took was him sliding down a small cliff before the sight came into view; a girl was threw down by a Dire Wolf- and by the looks of it, they were already preparing to attack her again. Damn, should he? His own HP was pretty low. [b]"Tsk, these noobies venturing into this place."[/b] The red-haired barbarian grunted, suddenly receiving a speed burst as he charged towards the wolf.

Just as he raised his axe and was about to strike down- another player suddenly felt [i]just under his axe[/i], if it wasn't for the surprising reflexes Whimsical managed to pull, he'd have caused some pretty bad damage on the boy. Pulling his arms back and spinning the axe above him before using it to strike the nearest wolf from a different angle, he roared at them- not the wolves, but at the girl and the dude who had just felt down. [b]"Damn, newbies shouldn't be here at all."[/b] The red-haired grabbed his axe with a single hand, bringing it back- before launching his arm forward and finishing off one of the wolves- practically cutting it entirely in half. If the creature did not explode in pixels and data, it'd become a fairly gruesome view. 

At the opposite side, the figure of a tall, burly man appeared- Titan. Seeing things were just fine and there was no need to help now, he nodded over at Whimsical before retreating. Their were fairly synchronized partners, really; they didn't even need to use words to communicate.

While Titan walked off, Whimsical waited the imbecile who had felt down to finish the wolf under him, dearly hoping that the boy wouldn't also need help, since that'd be embarassing even to Whimsical himself. His amber eyes focused at the girl, an eyebrow perking up. He eyed her over a few more times, nearly as if searching for something, or simply trying to take in mind every single detail possibly observed with just the eyes. He did the same thing to the boy, but more intensively- and his focus seemed to be his sword, mainly. His hand tightly gripped his axe's handle, raising it and resting it partly against his burly shoulder. He said nothing, yet.