[center][b][i]Vick
Aeternus II Mystic Forest[/b][/i]

Affected players: Prince

Vick felt a sudden return of energy, seeing his SP amount go up he turned to see the man named Valentine responsible. Vick threw out a wave and a "thank you" before going back to dancing with wolves. Vick swiped at one as it came onto him, knocking it aside yet compromising his own balance. He heard the bare chested man speaking to him, spouting more nonsense that confused Vick, [i]cute?[/i] Not a word he expected when used to describe him. He threw out another stab and just grazed some teeth, causing some sparks to clatter out from his shelled arm. He backed up a bit, anxiety rising in his chest. 

[i]Where did the other wolves go?[/i] He almost began to frantically search for them, but instead found himself being yanked away, a weight pulling him out of the way of an attack. He looked at the two wolves a bit bewildered, [i]found them.[/i] It took half a second for him to register what had actually happened, but when the stars aligned he looked to his once again savior. Prince was torn up and reaching an incredibly low amount of health. "Stop doing that!" was all he could blurt out, the thank you being lost behind concern. He turned to see the now very low wolf that Prince's blade had met with. Finding it the culprit for his ally's danger, he leapt at the thing, dragging it to the ground with his body weight. His metal arm serving as a prop to keep the things jaws elsewhere, he struck it repeatedly with his knife. His savage onslaught was halted by a growl to his right. 

The other wolf, one that was not as near dying as the one firmly around his arm, was making a target of him, and in fear of making his ally jump to his aid once more, he decided to take action. "bet low" he called, letting a flury of quick jabs turn a wolf into data. He rolled back, coming to an ungraceful sitting position and flipped a coin, the wolf came charging just in time for it to land. Heads, another positive flip and a familiar light shot out, damaging the wolf mid-flight. Vick scurried to stand, in fear of the thing getting back up. He looked to Prince, "Get to the healer!" he was trying his best to not lose attention, but his friend was getting frighteningly close to, game over. With that Vick found himself standing near Prince once again, trying this time to use himself as the shield, instead of the usual other way around. 

"Let me take the hit next time, alright? If you want to be my teammate that is, if not then I give up on you!" He felt he would have to use petty threats like that, the person he was dealing with seemed crazy enough to let himself die. Vick would try his damn hardest to not let him though. "Let's go to our white mage, you need some help..." he turned to see another readied missile in the silo, the wolf crouched and ready to take down the hatted man. He flipped around, hoping that his ally didn't notice, and took the thing to the chest, the two hit the ground, a familiar scene apparently. He gave a right hook that would make Ali cringe to the things jaw, knocking it off in time for him to stand up. "This is getting redundant..." he muttered to himself, he never though fighting some wolves in a game would be so damn hard. 

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HP ~ 54%
SP ~ 20
Level ~ 1
Inventory ~
Potion x 3
Gold x 10 
Napkin X 1

[u]Enemies[/u]
Wolf uno: 0%
Wolf dos: 45%
Wold tres: 86%

(He finished off Prince's final one)[/center]