An injured lone wolf, and a treasure chest next to it. This was practically a gift from the gods.
"What a great opportunity!"
He lowered his voice, a calculating gleam in his eyes.
"Bloom, draw its attention from the left. Ira, get your Magic ready and give it a heavy hit. I'll circle around from the right for the killing blow! Remember, we need to be fast!"
After this simple tactical arrangement, the three of them charged out at once!
"ROAR!" The wolf, startled, spun around. Its murky eyes instantly locked onto Ira, who looked to be the weakest.
It kicked off with its hind legs, rushing straight for her with a foul stench!
Ira was so frightened her face went pale. Her mind went blank, and she forgot every single Magic Spell she knew.
Just as its foul-smelling, drooling maw was about to bite down, survival instinct took over. She let out a scream and, with her eyes squeezed shut, swung the Oak Staff in her hands like a club!
"BONK!"
