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Then he spotted it, a blur of bright green. Grinning inwardly, his eyes narrowed into slits as he peered passed the pillars of mahogany colored wood that made up the heavy tree trunks. As he focused, it sliced through even the green sea of leaves which shielded the forest from the golden rays of the morning sun. He leaned forward as he stepped up onto a fallen log, straining his eyes further as he fought to conquer the partial darkness of the woods with his sight, determined to confirm his original assumption. He smirked at what he saw. There, not two hundred meters before him, was the beast. It's prey trailing just off to it's side as it made it's way though the woods.
Verin no longer cared for precaution, as he was sure the creature would notice him in a matter of moments. He no longer felt the need to practice an abstinence of sound, as his heart now yearned for the rush of battle. Thus, as he leaned forward, his arms begun to swing in alternation. Locked into a ninety degree bend at the elbows. While he advanced, streams of sunlight that skillfully pierced the over growth above iluminated the white of his jacket. Creating a slight glare as the light bounced off of the jacket and back into his own sight. Due to Verin haven taken up a sprint, the force of his steps caused a low thud, as well as semi-frequent snaps as he darted off towards the creature before him. Determined to make it his foe.
Now just over a hundred meters away, he snapped his right hand over his shoulder to his back. His fingers moving in well trained unison as they unhooked the leather lock strap of his sheath, then closed into a fist around the swords handle. The sequence itself was executed with such speed, that from the front it would appear as if the young man had only grabbed at the weapon. As the he transitioned into another quick stride, his arm swung over his shoulder with his blade in hand. His fingers once again using well versed motions as they rotated the rather large sword around his palm and curled his fingers around it once more. Moving the twenty pound weapon into an reverse grip mid-step. After nearly a year of training, to Verin, it was all as simple as taking a breath.
A single word now fueled his state of equilibrium as he advanced towards his prey. Two small syllables, yet that was all he needed to tune in his focus. The simplest of thoughts, and here now it had become the source from which this young mage now derived his strength. The six letters of glory.
Attack.
And attack he did.
Kicking off of the ground with all his might, Verin entered into a forward lunge. His sword's silver blade aimed at the scaled back of the creatures neck. Unfortunately, he had become so focused on the attack, that he failed to noticed the absence of the creature's prey. As consequence, he soon found him self flat on his back. The wind literally knocked out of his lungs by the dead deer that had knocked him out of the air. Struggling to his feet, he soon found himself face to face with the terror itself. The Wyvern stared daggers into the his eyes, it's irises glowing with hot rage as they locked upon Verin's crimson eyes. Drawing nearer the creature then lifted it's head, slowly pushing it nearer to the young man's face. The flat side of Esclarin then slapped against the Wyvern's reptilian face, causing it to recoil in pain as it let out a deafening roar which seemed to shake the forest as a whole. Verin didn't hesitate.
Exhaling for the first time since being knocked to the ground, he quickly sprung back up to his feet. Sheathing his sword before bursting into a frantic sprint. Over his heavy breaths, he could hear the sounds of the breaking bark. Which when coupled with a vicious roar, was a sure sign that the angered creature had given chase. He must've been running for half an hour before he eventually decided catch his breath, thus stopped.
Drenched in his own sweat, Verin then began to quickly move through the woods once again. This time at a jog as he made his way back to town.
Now under the warmth of the sun, Verin found himself sprinting throughout the town. His steps, though swift, were still heavy as he extended his strides and began running harder. Excited, he pumped his arms with purpose as he repeatedly maneuvered through and around the random townsfolk who got in his way. While none seemed overly upset at his behavior, many scolded at him as he flew past them at an impressive rate of speed.
It was only after he had jumped up as to hurdle a shop keeper's trolley, which the shop owner had been loading, that he nearly tripped. While he was able to maintain his balance, Verin could only brace as he momentarily collided with a nearby building. Taking the brunt of the impact with his shoulder so that, despite the pain, he could spin away from the obstruction and continue his sprint. After all, the news couldn't wait.
He would've ran right into him had he arrived only a second earlier. Alex that is, whom he nearly collided with as he shot though the guild's main doors. Causing them to slam against the walls almost as hard as he had against the ground, having finally tripped on his feet as he suddenly came to a halt. Gingerly, he picked himself up off the ground, rubbing his chin with a elongated "ow" as he stood. Clad in his regular white blazer jacket, which lay open as to reveal his naked chest and stomach. Verin could only smile as he shouted, much to his own embarrassment, what he had discovered just an hour before.
"It's true! There's a Wyvern in East Forest!!" His unusual display of enthusiasm made him appear laughably childish. So when many of the other mages started to snicker and smile, Verin couldn't hide from them the pinkish-red coloration of his sudden blush.
