The sounds of the fire crackling in the ancient fireplace soothed the cursed musketeer. The dilapidated building provided meager protection from an attack but would give sufficient protection from the weather. He was still tired but at the very least he was warm now. Roy lets out a sigh of relief at the small respite from the difficult trek and slowly got comfortable. He was about to enter the realm of dreams when an elder horned wolf burst through the already broken door of the dilapidated building. Roy barely managed to roll out of the way of the surprise attack, only to be met with the full weight of another elder wolf tackling him from the side. The force knocks the wind out of him and sends him crashing through an old table. The dust has yet to settle when one tries to go in for the kill and lunges at the seemingly helpless man. It's hasty decision is punished when a sharp piece of lumber tears it's stomach open. Even with the durable flesh of the elder, it is rendered ineffective by the combined force of it's lunge and the power behind the thrust of the musketeer. The blood and innards of the first wolf pour forth like water from a broken pail while the second stands it's ground, unsure to what to do next. 

Roy recovers from his prone position and walks over to the gravely wounded wolf, sneers at the quickly dying beast and turns to face the second wolf. The first wolf is soon to die and Roy considers striking a downed enemy to be below him. Drawing his sword and his pistol, Roy goes to his combat stance. It understands the threat of this man poses to them individually and lets out a bone chilling howl and, as if on cue, two more jump into the building and to face Roy. Then he knew that he was in deep shit. He had remembered the articles in bestiaries on how horned wolves mainly rely on ambush tactics and hunting in pairs to take down a single target, but if that fails to kill the target or one of them perished, the remaining wolf would opt to be more cautious and let out a howl to summon more of it's kind...though, rarely, the alpha would come to deal with especially difficult prey personally. Roy hopes to the divines that it wasn't the case.

Sweat was dripping from his brow as he eyed the three elder horned wolves. [color=orange] 'With numbers like these, a direct fight would be suicide. Unless...' [/color] Roy quickly scans the room and observes half rotted support beams on the ceiling as well as the weakened load bearing walls. Time has worn down the building and given enough force, a load bearing wall would collapse and the whole building to follow soon after. Roy gained a brilliant idea and knew what to do. He acted upon it just as the three wolves decided to take the man down with a simultaneous lunge. As the three wolves lunge at him, he deftly rolls under the them to avoid the attack and set his plan into motion. All three to crash into a wall with great force and the weakened load bearing wall easily gives way, causing the whole building to tremble and quickly collapse in itself. The musketeer makes a mad dash to the outside and barely manages to escape as the three wolves are crushed under tonnes of stone and wood.

Roy gazes upon the ruins of his former camp and lets out a short bark of laughter at this victory. He thinks he had won and was about to get up and leave for a better camping position.. until he sees the massive alpha horned wolf staring at him. Roy is considered to be a courageous man but the sight of the gigantic horned wolf caused his hairs to stand on end and blood run cold but rather than letting fear grip him, he instead converts the fear into something more useful. Fury. He grits his teeth in both righteous fury and determination and takes a defensive stance against the alpha.