65 attacking.

Leaving the camp, I followed the path of trampled brush and plants I had followed earlier, which led me to the dark village that was void of life.

As I passed the village, I could see in the full moon's light, the dead body's of a few villagers, and a feeling of sadness ran through me.

'All they tried to do in this life was survive.' I thought, as I ran past the village, and pushed that feeling down.

That's the world for you, everyone dies eventually, they just died earlier than most, and in a gruesome way.

Once on the other side of the village.

I started to look for the signs of where the werewolves came from.

It wasn't hard to find it, Or them.

I found two separate paths that seemed to be where they came from.

Both on separate sides of the village.

Following one of them, I saw that the two paths came together to one main path.

'Hmm, they separated?' I thought.

'But how. They wouldn't have thought to do that. As soon as they found something living, they would have attacked, not thought to separate then attack from two sides.' I thought, as the idea that they were being led grew stronger in my head.

Now following the main track, I followed it up, and into some thick forest.

As I followed the path, it eventually led into a dell.

The bottom of the dell was rocky, and made my footsteps loud and crunchy.

Not wanting to be heard, I quickly made it up one side of the dell, and back into the forest, where I followed the dell from the side, as well as the scent of the werewolves.

The dell went on for about a quarter of a mile, before it stopped, and opened out, into a rocky river bed that looked to be mostly dried up.

Now without a direct path, I used my smell, to follow their scent.

'Left' I thought, as I took in a deep smell through my nose.

Now again with their direction, I followed.

The dried up river bed went on for a few miles, and curved left and right.

But eventually I smelled their scent change direction.

As I turned to follow, I went completely still.

In the distance, the sound of howls rang out.

At first it was only a few, but slowly, more and more started to join in, until it sounded like hundreds of wolves were howling.

'Shit!' I thought, as the howls started to die down.

Now with a confirmed direction to head in, I took off, running full speed.

My plan was to kill all of them quickly, and not let any get away to infect more, also to hopefully find out who the hell was leading them.

I ran for close to ten minutes at full speed, when the first signs of werewolves became clear.

The closer I got to where I heard the howls coming from, the stronger the smell of decaying meat and dog started to fill my nose.

Then the sound of rumbling could be heard.

Slowing down, I listened for a few moments.

The rumbling wasn't getting closer, and it wasn't getting farther away, which confused me.

Slowing down more, I got closer to the sound.

As I passed under a rather large tree, I came to the edge of a large clearing, and promptly cursed my bad luck.

In the clearing, from what i could see, was no less than 7 hundred werewolves, all running in one massive counterclockwise circle.

'What the fuck.' I thought, as I watched them go around and around.

Unable to see the true number of them, I climbed the large tree that was next to me.

As I reached close to the top, I was finally able to see everything.

My original guess at how many werewolves ther were was wrong, way wrong.

What I saw was had multiple layers to it.

On the outside, there was a thin line of werewolves going counterclockwise, maybe five or six hundred werewolves, but closer to the center was another large group of werewolves going clockwise, at least another five hundred.

But what really caught my attention was what was in the middle of the hoard.

In the middle was a massive cloaked figure. Who was doing some sort of strange dance, where he turned in circles with his hands straight up to the moon, that hung overhead.

'Wait claws?' I thought, as I squinted my eyes to get a better look at the figure.

As I looked closer, I was able to get a good look at the figures' hands.

And like I thought I saw, both of them were clawed, with wicked sharp points, and thick fingers that they were connected to.

'What the fuck is that?' I thought, as I continued to watch on.

For another few minutes I continued to watch, but whatever was happening didn't seem to have an ending in sight.

'It doesn't really matter what they are doing, they are dead anyhow.'I thought, as I stood from my crouch.

Opening my menu screen, I decided to pump myself up for the fight that was about to take place.

Scrolling through some of my Playlist, I searched for the perfect song.

"Ahhh, there you are, you beauty." I said, chuckling to myself, as it started to play in my head.

[King for a day-Pierce the veil]

Pulling my sword from my side, I let the music fill my head, while a smile came to my face as I looked down at the circling hoard.

In my free left hand, I let a ball of purple energy grow, until it was the size of a volleyball.

As soon as it was the right size, I hurled it at the hoard. Leaping after it a split second later.

As the orb hit the werewolves, it caused a massive shockwave to go in all directions, throwing a number of werewolves back, and creating a creator nearly a foot deep, and five feet wide.

Landing in the creator, I slowly stood up and looked around at the werewolves that started to circle me, as an evil smile crept across my face, while the werewolves started to snarl and nash their teeth at me.

"Well, let's not stand around all day, let's get this party started!" I shouted, as I covered my blade in the purple aura. For a split second before the wolves charged me, I couldn't help but feel giddy, as I stood surrounded by no less than two thousand werewolves, with a glowing purple sword.

'Try this Mace windu' I thought, just as all of wolves charged me at the same time.

Jumping into the air, I let the werewolves clash into each other, while I let loose another orb blast from above. Turning those in the direct blast into red mist, while those close to the blast were sent flying back to become tangled with the other werewolves who were trying to get at me.

Landing back to the ground, I let loose.

Letting my sword take off heads and different limbs with every swing of my sword.

Every now and then I would let off a blast in different directions to keep myself from being swamped.

Because unlike my last fight with the werewolves who came at me in one direction, I was now being attacked in all directions, making it harder for me to block some blows.

As the song playing in my head hit a rather intense moment, I truly lost myself in the fight. Swinging my sword so fast it really started to look like a light saber.

Twirling mid air to avoid a strike from behind, I managed to get a view over the battle field, and managed to get another view of the cloaked figure, who was still dancing.

Landing back down, I decided to figure out who or what the hell this person is.

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[A/N]

A bit of a short chapter, and without a doubt probably has some issues, but I just wanted to post this, so people don't start to think I dropped the fic, which I haven't.

I'm currently in the process of moving into a new house, and it has been insanely stressful, having to get water, electricity, and wifi working, as well as having to clean and fix the place up a bit.

All in all, it has been a massive time distraction, that has kept me from having the energy or the time to write.

But things are starting to get back to normal, so I will hopefully be posting chapters again soon.

Oh and the reason I was posting on my other fic was because those were already written chapters and I just posted them.

Sorry for the inconvenience everyone.

-BEAN-