[center][h3][u]The Cowardly Fighter[/u][/h3][/center]

Ohhhh myyyy gawwwdddddd. Fricking wolves. He was running from fricken wolves. His life span was going to be even shorter in this life. Oh. my. Gawd. There were so many people in front of him, all tearing and shoving to get away. Orion tripped again, but this time was shoved before he could regain his feet, and promptly stomped to the ground by the mass of bodies, shoved again every time he almost got his footing. His attempts to crawl away were equally futile and the cloud of wolves and pain descended upon him and he screamed. Loud and long. Through the incredibly pain shooting through his nerves he got a notification like the first one. Join the wild hunt? Oh hell if it made the pain stop yes. His fingers reached for the 'yes' button and he paused. Wasn't there something he was doing instead? Like a que- another spasm of pain ran through him and the qualm was dismissed and he massed the button as fast as he could.