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As he thought, they were not alone. As the wolf moved into view, all color drained from Randold's face. The creature was massive, had to be the size of a small horse at least, it was the stuff of nightmares a reason to fear the night. Then the platform started to tilt, more panic entered Randold's heart as he realized they were slowly being pushed towards the beast. He barely even noticed the owl tugging away at him, just the terror was too great. Yet in all the chaos swarming in his head, one thought rang loud and clear simply [i][b] Save the kid![/b][/i] Turning around he reached down and attempted to pick Anise up, the combination of his strength and her being lightweight easily made the task manageable. Randold threw Anise with all his might hopefully off the platform and into the relative safety beyond.

He snapped his head towards the other two and shouted on the top of his lungs, "RUN! YOU HAVE TO GET MOVING RIGHT NOW!" he frantically motioned his arm towards the path. Without waiting for their reaction Randold turned back the wolf. The sudden burst of adrenaline override his fear, at that moment all that mattered at the time was just the wolf. Randold knew nothing about combat, barely even how to make a fist, he knew very well he had no hope to tackle this wolf, but none of that even mattered. None of his previous fear remained, the rest of the world faded away, all that was left was himself and the wolf. Gradually adjusting his stance as the platform moved, Randold stood his ground, fearless determination in his eyes as he stared down death itself.