Shockwaves covered the night sky, bats dropped like flies each covered by a layer of ice. Visible soundwaves hit the giant bird, blood spurted out of it ears like fountains.
An ear splitting screech spread for kilometres, shaking the air, the bird flapped it wings sending a wave of cold wind towards the colony of bats. Dozens of bats dropped to the ground, their bodies covered in ice like ice statues.
Hundreds of soundwaves hit the bird at the same time. It dropped to the ground like a meteor breaking trees and shattering the ground.
He watched all of this with an almost bored look. The fight lasted for a while but eventually every bat died. The bird tried to fly but fell back down almost immediately.
Other than the blood spurting from it ears, he couldn't see any other wounds on it body but he suspected it was bleeding internally. The bird crawled for a few hundred more metres then stopped, he assumed it was dead.
He went back into the cave and fell asleep. He woke with a grumbling stomach, he was hungry. He didn't know how much time had passed but he suspected it been two days if he was this hungry.
He walked amongst the bats corpses, he couldn't salvage any of them for food, to be more specific, doing so would be troublesome as he would need to defrost them first which sounded like too much work, he didn't have an ability suited for that nor was he going to rub sticks or hit rocks to start a fire.
Those who weren't frozen were torn to shreds by the either the birds claws or beaks. The only thing intact was the bird itself but it was too big and too far away.
The bird had died 6 kilometres away from the hill. He felt tired just thinking about walking that far, is that starving really that bad? I could go a few more days without food.
Just as that thought appeared in his mind his stomach grumbled even louder. He sighed, stupid human body. He started walking, his steps were slow.
He reached the bird and it was much larger up close. It head was twice his size, it eyes almost as large as his head. He pulled his dagger and cut one of it wings off, it passed through the wing like it was wet mud, then started dragging it behind him.
He was about to reach the cave when his surroundings were suddenly covered by mist. He stopped, his body started shivering, the mist was bone chillingly cold.
Just as he was about to take a step his instincts screamed at him. He jumped backwards and a split second later something landed where he was standing.
It was a large silver wolf, standing at around 1.5 metres. He dropped the bird wing and pulled both of his daggers. He jumped towards the wolf then his instincts kicked in again.
Without wasting a moment he rolled to the ground. Another flew above him at a blinding speed. Shit, is the whole pack here?, he gave up the idea of fighting them and started running.
He did not use his ability, he could hear them chasing after him and there were more than he thought. His hatred for the tower voice grew deeper.
If not for it throwing him here, he might be sleeping soundly right now instead of running from overgrown dogs. He ran for kilometres without stop.
He knew they were faster than him, especially when he was not using his ability but for some reason they did not attack him. It was only after a few more kilometres of running that he realised what was happening.
The wolves were leading him somewhere, herding him like he was cattle. He doubted they were leading him to a vacation spot, wherever they wanting him to go would not be pleasant for him.
So he did something he doubted they would expect. He activated his ability, wind covered his legs, his speed increased multiple times, he turned and ran towards one of them, his body moving so fast he became nothing but a blur, the wolf was caught off guard, before it could react he shoved his dagger into it neck.
He did not stop to see the results, he pulled his dagger and continued running. A loud howl spread throughout the entire forest like a horn of war. His body shook for a moment but he continued running. He did not want to meet whoever made that howl.
He turned to look but the wolves were no longer chasing after him but he did not stop and continued running. After some time he stopped, he was tired and needed to rest.
If what he knows about wolves is true then if they want him they would only need to follow his scent which would be troublesome. He wished they would give up and leave him alone.
He climbed on top of a large tree and rested. He was rudely woken up by a wolf howl. He looked at the direction the howl came from and as he feared, the wolves were sniffing the ground following his scent.
He climbed down and ran, while running he stepped on something crunchy. An unpleasant scent filled the air afterwards. He looked down and saw the crushed remains of a beetle like rainbow coloured bug.
The smell released by the bug made him want to puke, he was about to continue running when he stopped. Wait, I could use this. He wasn't sure if it would work but it wouldn't hurt to try.
He looked around and saw another of those bugs enter through a hole in a tree. He stabbed the tree trunk multiple times and an entire colony of them appeared.
He could hear the wolves getting closer, in a rush he grabbed a handful of them and ran. He crushed them and an overwhelmingly disgusting scent covered the area.
He felt like he was suffocating, his eyes became teary, that how bad the smell was. Fuck, he cursed under his breath, gritted his teeth and rubbed the bugs over his body while running.
He knew he couldn't outrun the wolves so he hid in the bushes, now all he can do is just hope they could no longer follow his scent. He peaked his eye and saw a wolf approaching the bush.
His heart started beating, every step the wolf took felt like a hammer being pounded on his chest. It was only 5 metres away now, badum, his heartbeat sounded like a war drum in his ears, badum, now he was afraid it might even hear the heartbeat itself.
It got closer, the closer it got, the harder his heart beat. It stood only a metre from the bush and sniffed it, he pulled his dagger slowly, sweat pouring down his face.
He was ready to kill it, he would need to make it fast so it couldn't alert the pack or he would be dead, especially if the one who made that howl came with them.
The wolf got closer, it nose was nearly touching the bush now, he raised his arm and held his dagger firmly.