Nathimys accepted the help up, pulling his sword out of the ground. "Well. This is awkward." He said, dusting himself off after sheathing his blade. A bat thought this would be the best time to flutter down at him, just after he sheathed his blade. Nathimys punched the little bastard across the room, curb-stomping it until it shattered into a million tessellated pieces. "Hmph." 
Reaching up to make sure his mushroom hat was still on his head, Nathimys was surprised when he heard the accusation towards the woman who had been attacked by the wolves. "If she was a pk'er.." Nathimys started. "She would have a red crystal." Nathimys put his hand back down to his side. "It's an orange crystal, meaning she either committed a robbery or killed a criminal, resulting in an orange crystal for the rest of her life if she killed, only for a few weeks if she robbed." Nathimys had played the beta and distinctly remembered the different coloured crystals and what they meant - because he was a pk'er in the beta, but now wanted nothing to do with the past-time. 
"Now, if you excuse me, I will be going further into the mountain to search for ores, tally-ho!" He pronounced, spinning on his heels and walking straight past the woman into the next chamber, which was just an empty room with smooth walls on all sides. "Well then." Nathimys said. "Guess I'm doing this the hard way."
He walked around the walls, rubbing his hands over each square inch of the walls, looking to see if his perception skill would pick up anything different. 
As he was doing this, a false wall fell forwards when he tapped it, five dire wolves coming into the room. "Oh you've got to be..." Nathimys quickly drank a health potion with one hand, unsheathing his sword with the other. 
"Én guarde!" He said, spinning his entire body to build up enough momentum to leave a huge laceration across a wolf's face, then stopping to swing his blade the other way, lopping off its head. Three jumped at him at the same time, and he kicked one away while it was leaping at him, while the other two proceeded to force him to the ground, clawing at him. 
--- Nathimys, 7,896 health ----> 7,433 health. ---
He drew back his blade behind him, positioning it straight at the head of one of the beasts. He thrusted straight down its neck as it prepared to bite, then used both hands to leave hundreds of cuts inside of it, giving it Bleeding II. Nathimys puleld his blade out of its neck, slashing it across the face desperately. Eventually, its health dropped to zero and it exploded. 
--- Nathimys, 7.433 health ---> 6,542 health. ---
The dire wolf he kicked had just recovered, jumping at him. Nathimys kicked it in the throat while trying to ungrapple the other one. He eventually managed to do so by rolling on to it, then stabbing it with his sword while on top of it. He cut off its legs so it wouldn't bother him while he tried to finish the other two. Nathimys ran up to one, kicking it in the face- or at least trying to, because at that moment, it latched on to his shoe. (Gg, no re.) Frustrated, he simply swung his foot at the other one, diminishing the health of both wolves at the same time, laying on a barrage of blows. It wasn't much, but it helped him take his anger out on those little cute fluff balls of death. Nathimys then stomped on the neck of the one he had been kicking around with the other wolf with his good foot, taking it out of the battle by breaking its neck bone, paralyzing it. "Now then..." Nathimys said, stomping on the ground repeatedly until he had broken both jaws of the one on his foot. A ballsy manuever, as each hit degraded his health, but deeply satisfying. He then continued to stab it until it exploded into those pixellated crystals he loved so much.. 
--- Nathimys, 6,542 health ----> 4.343 health. - red zone. ---
Nathimys spun around, stomping on the wolf with a broken neck until it died. He then spun around, a smile of pure malice on his face as the one with bleeding two hadn't died yet. "Now then..." Nathimys said slowly. "DIE, YOU BEAST!" He said as he took his blade, stabbing it in the face until it was unrecognisable, and then kicked it against the wall. It died seconds later. 
[centre]
Group ambush, success! 
*Final Fantasy Victory Fanfare*
Loot gained:
3,500 Col,
Beast hide- (8)
Fur- (4)
??? - (1)
*The tab closes* [/centre]
"..I am legitimately scared to open my inventory, now..." Nathimys said.