Infuriated by the unknown circumstances he was in, Wil began to rush through corridor after corridor with more determination than before. He could feel the primal instinct of survival swell in his veins, which just served to further his rage. Almost at the brink of unleashing his lycan self once again Wil realized something. That violet light was the only place there was any light at all. Dark elves were known for their illusions, and it wouldn’t come as a surprise that the violet light he once saw was in fact an illusory wall. He ran back for several hours and finally reached the violet light again. Unfortunately it wouldn’t be as simple as passing through a spell infused barrier. Before Will marched several more dark elves in full body armor and they all were well equipped with fine weaponry.
A raged dark elf berserker charged from the front line towards Wil. It wielded two mithril battle axes and started to pounce for the attack with flourishing and deft movements. This guy is fast Wil thought to himself. They exchanged blows and swayed from left to right in rapid succession, both the dark elf and Wil hardly making any advantage towards one another. Wil was taught in combat tactics by a centaur battle-master for several years. In fact he had been training with the elven lycans since he was six. He could remember the first time he was able to lift up a sword. Now if only he could get his hands on one against this enraged pursuant.
Wil looked for a way to outmaneuver the foe in front of him, but every time he managed to see a possible weak point the dark elf would cover up for his mistake with a quick flourish of his axe towards Wil’s face. His heartbeat began to rapidly increase again, and the rage of the beast was slowly boiling in the pit of his stomach. Wil’s eyes began to turn into that flashy yellow-green color again, and his hands outstretched into razor sharp claws again. The only difference during his change this time was that he was fully aware and control was effortless, which made it easier for Wil to manipulate only certain parts of his body. The dark elf before him was taken aback for a mere second, and within that second Wil’s claw came crashing across its face, tearing flesh from bone and sending the berserker flying to ground. Now he lied upon the ground clinging to his face and shaking with spasms from the quickened loss of blood.
Glaring towards the rest of the dark elf crowd, Wil let out a huge roar of anger. Striking fear into his foes’ eyes, Wil could tell this battle was over before it even began. His lust for blood was thickening and there wasn’t going to be any dark elves left when he was done. They trapped him here in this god forsaken maze prison. They attacked him for no apparent reason. They stripped him of his home for long enough. Now it was time to pay. Wil lunged towards the readied soldiers that remained with a speed that was unnatural. Slashing his claws against one dark elf after another, leaving each one in a piled mess of blood. Eventually the remaining few soldiers managed to surround Wil, and they quaked with fear and desperation. What they didn’t realize though is that Wil was feeling the same way. At this very moment all the dark elves attack at once, piling themselves on top of Wil’s deformed body, striking in every which way they could. Wil let out a supernatural cry as each blade swept flesh from his body. I will not die here, not like this.
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