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[b]Time:[/b] [color=cornflowerblue]Morning[/color]
[b]Location:[/b] [color=cornflowerblue]Southwest of Roshmi City[/color]
[b]Interaction:[/b] [color=cornflowerblue]Brigitte [@Tae], Mister Luum [@FunnyGuy], Rue [@Potter], Bowyn [@Helo], and Zeva [@Pink Khione][/color]
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So much had happened in such a short time span. Bardulf felt the approaching danger in the back of his throat, as if the rage of the owlbear was so palpable it could permeate his lungs. Everyone prepared to face the oncoming threat as a fair looking elf women came charging through the treeline. Bowyn in proper fashion had his usual cutting sarcasm, Mister Luum had his special brand of chaos to provide to the situation, and Rue was being her usual sweet protective self in providing him a shield from the oncoming monster. As time seemed to slow down, he took a brief glance at the elf women hiding near Mister Luum, and noticed her bloodied arm. An image flashed in his head, that of the tragic night his wife was taken from him. He grabbed his head as he felt Rue push him with the polearm.

But then he saw it...the creature running from the treeline. Just before it would be blocked by the ice wall, the form of the creature only sent his mental into a further spiral. Was it....a bear? Again? Even if it held the head of an owl, the body and claws were very much that of the creature who took everything worth fighting for in one foul moment. At this point, Bardulf felt his emotions fight within him.


[color=aqua][i]Even here....I'm cursed to relive this personal hell?[/i][/color]
[color=crimson][b]Fight...[/b][/color]
[color=aqua][i]What? Who..?[/i][/color]
[color=crimson][b]Kill[/b][/color]
[color=aqua][i]But, why?[/i][/color]
[color=crimson][b]To survive.[/b][/color]
[color=aqua][i]Rue has this. I can just run...[/i][/color]
[color=crimson][b]Protect. The pack.[/b][/color]


It was then that a final flashback hit his mind's eye. A single phrase from his father back in the past.

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"Rule #1 of the wild, Bardulf. Always protect the pack."

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Everything came crashing down at once, as if a figurative lightning bolt slammed into his spirit. A flash of steel would be seen as Bardulf pulled his halberd from behind him. His expression was cold, calculating, and determined. His brows furrowed as an energy almost seemed to well within him. The cracks in the ice wall were obvious evidence that the next strike would break the wall. As the owlbear reared back to slam into the wall, Bardulf let loose the building desire within him and in that moment brought forth a surge of lightning that seemed to channel and traverse his body. Every bit of his nerves were sent into overdrive, his animalistic instincts pushed to their edge. He grit his teeth and waited for that crucial moment when the owlbear would break through that wall.

As the owlbear reared back, Bardulf pushed on his front foot, and spun around to bring his halberd to full speed. The wall cracked and broke as the owlbears final strike shattered it. But as the animal's body came lurching forward, its eyes would meet Bardulf's just as his weapon came swingingong on the side. [color=crimson][b]Aim for the throat. Rip the carotid.[/b][/color] His hunter's voice told him as his wrists turned to aim the blade. Sparks of errant electricity gave him just the small boost he needed to outspeed the creature, sinking the blade into the part of its head where fur met feathers, and where its hide appeared to be weakest. The creature's claw came speeding towards his torso, almost right where the bear from Earth had struck him a few weeks prior. 

But this time was different. He had magic to hone his instincts, his speed, and his ferocity. It was with this magic that his inner hunter began to shine [color=crimson][b]Dodge the strike. Gain leverage.[/b][/color] Bardulf lifted his legs in an almost jumping motion, landing onto the creatures paw as it sunk into the ground. With his blade still in its soft spot, he pulled back his halberd to slice against the wound he made and slammed the end of his weapon into the creatures elbow, as if to try and snap its arm. [color=crimson][b]Too large. Not strong enough.[/b][/color] This new voice in his head rang out, prompting him to jump off the creatures arm and land once more behind Rue. It all would happen in mere moments, but finally his voice and emotions seemed to settle ever so slightly as he coldly spoke aloud.

[color=aqua]"Not this time...This time I will show [i]you[/i] whose the alpha."[/color] He knew his words made little sense, but to him it meant everything in the world to win this fight.
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