Nathimys sat down, breathing heavily after that recent escapade with the dire wolves.
"Only five monsters, and I'm acting defeated." He said as the effects of his health potion wore off as he reached 5,000 health. He downed another one after equipping it in his left hand, and at that moment, his blade shattered into thousands of tessellated crystals. He looked through his inventory for the ??? object. As expected, it wasn't there. Nathimys kicked a pebble, and it bounced off the walls eight times before dropping to the stone floor. "I am [i]that[/i] pissed.." He said, as if counting the amount of times a rock bounced off the walls after kicking it was a natural way to determine anger. 
"I seriously don't even.. I need something to hit." He said, walking through the false wall and into the next room. Dire bats descended down, and he destroyed them in a flurry of kicks. A dire wolf ran out from a corridor to his right, and he kicked it against the wall, stomping on it fourteen times before it exploded into crystals. "Real men.. Don't need blades." He said as another wolf jumped at him. He shoved his hand down its snarling throat, grabbed its tongue, and slammed it against the floor and walls until it died as well.
[centre] Nathimys, 5,100 hp ---> 4,800 hp. Yellow zone. [/centre]
"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" He said, finally coming to terms with his anger. He didn't care if he was heard for miles upon miles, he was pissed. And you don't want to fight a pissed Nathimys. A bat descended down, and Nathimys kicked above his head as it swooped down for him, hitting it against the ceiling and it dropped to the floor. He smeared his boot on it, crushing out those tessellated pixels. He trudged into the room the wolf came out of, spotting a vein of ore coming out of the rock. "Unrefined iron." He said coldly. He marked the location mentally, taking all the loose chunks he could find, eventually coming up with 7 iron chunks, enough for two or three bars. "I need at least four to make a sword.. Should have brought a pickaxe." He shook his head, sighing. He walked out of the cave completely, feeling ready to kill a dire boar with just his hands. "Probably not going to happen" He told himself, punting a frog that had come uncomfortably close to him. He watched the green blob arch over a great distance then splat as it hit the ground. 
He smiled as it broke into pixels.
"Frog legs - (2)"
"Frog skin - (1)"
"[b]Frog Slime[/b]"
Closing the window with a wave of his hand, the now rather pissed Nathimys went off in the same general direction as the spear wielder.