Logan froze only for a moment as his eyes met with two of the heads. His muscles went as stiff as concrete as one body turned revealed the two heads were attached to a single set of shoulders as if it was a siamese twin.

  “Well, that is slightly horrifying,” he says, shaking himself to fight or flee.

  The sudden, jerky movements Logan made was like a starter's pistol. As the beast lunged forward.

  “Shit.” Logan sighed. “Oh well, I hope I win.”

  They met as the beast jumped on Logan making savage claw marks in his chest.

  [Special Attack] Claws of Muspelheim has afflicted you with [Burning]

  You have been afflicted with [Buring] your resistance does not negate [Burning] appropriate damage has been calculated.

  [Special Attack] Claws of Nifelheim has afflicted you with [Frostbite]

  You have been afflicted with [Frostbite] your resistance does not negate [Frostbite] appropriate damage has been calculated.

  Logan felt the claws dig in and tear from his shoulder to the bottom of his sternum. He lashed out grabbing each head by the muzzle, throwing them to the ground.

  You have been afflicted with [Burning] and [Frostbite] appropriate damage has been calculated.

  Logan ignored the screen as grabbed a fist sized rock and beat the animal in the chest with it.

  He felt the ribs crack and shatter with what strength he was able to muster from his savaged survival state only stopping when another came to its fellows aid.

  Logan felt his shoulder pop and his tendons tear as the stone he held dropped looking at this wrist in the mouth of another beast.

  “Damn pack animals,” Logan grunted through the pain.

  Using his free arm he smacked the head of the wolf with a closed fist.

  It yipped and growled.

  “Try it I fucking dare you,” he shouted in anger masking pain to assert dominance. In the back of his mind he hoped his bluff and false bravado wasn’t called out.

  Unfortunately for Logan, it was. His left arm was useless from the amount of damage he had taken. The rock had cracked into smaller pieces when it fell from his grip. Logan knew he had to end this skirmish quickly otherwise he would not make it.

  He held onto the hope of survival as he gathered his energy to act like a berserker and block out the pain he was feeling.

  The second abomination of a beast lept at Logan baring its fangs instead of claws.

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  “Whichever god is watching please place the scales in my favor,” he muttered in a silent prayer.

  Logan was not much of a religious person. In that moment he felt like it would be prudent to give a final sentiment if there actually was a deity that actually existed.

  Logan howled as felt a bite in dominant leg. He swatted at the pain with a closed fist. Unfortunately that was also a mistake as a decently sized chunk was taken from Logan’s calf.

  “I need to fight,” he said to himself, fear and despair starting to creep over the walls in his mind.

  His vision started to get blurry and fade from the pain. “How can I win?” He started to hyperventilate as his vision got worse “How? How? How? How?”

  …

  Kragen, being the semi-regular woodsman that he was had made a mental note of something strange had happened since the last time he had made his last venture in the forest behind his property.

  He heard the howling of a pack of wolves. The wolves weren’t the strange part he had often been in areas near where they were known to hunt or lay out a den. What was strange was his current location and the howling, he wasn’t near those areas yet. As far as he knew.

  He heard a shout of challenge.

  “Try it I fucking dare you,” said the voice.

  Whoever it was was probably drastically outnumbered. Kragen went in the general direction to investigate. If the person or persons was going to lose he would help giving a fighting chance.

  Aside from Kragen’s monthly excursions into the forest. He often went in as a guide to the petty and know-it-all nobles who would rather tempt the cruel mistress of fate than use the services he provided as a person specializing in the care for magical and non magical beasts alike.

  “Damn nobles,” he mutered.

  Getting to a spot where he could see what was happening and paled at the sight.

  He saw a man who was holding his own against a pair of sk?ti wolves, albeit barely. Kragen wondered how, considering the man wasn’t wearing any that Kragen could see. For that matter he wasn’t even wearing any clothes at all.

  “Ah sheyet,” Kragen said as he saw a chunk get taken out of his leg.

  Kragen wasn’t sure how to help. By the looks of the two headed beasts they most likely incorporeal meaning any blow he would land could possibly pass through it. He did watch for a few hit that the man was actually able to land.

  “Thank the gods,” he said, jumping into the fray finishing the beasts.

  After dealing with the pair of mythical creatures. He rummaged through his pack looking for appropriate bandages and other medical supplies. As he did he thought about the wolves.

  Sk?ti wolves were legendary creatures. Rarely seen and talked about as stories to tell children to frighten them or inspire depending on the situation. Even so, their known habitat or what was believed to be their natural habitat was the mountains. The dual nature of the magic infused in their fur making the environment bearable for them. Even though he now knew they had physical bodies he imagined and assumed that was not the case. At first glance they even look ethereal and incorporeal.

  As for the man fighting them, he was in worse shape than Kragen actually thought being up close. He had already placed some salves and bandages on the man’s shoulders.

  “I should’ve brought Liliana with me this time,” he noted at his very basic medical knowledge. “She could probably have him patched up faster than I could.”

  He had leaned him up against a tree to make it easier to place the bandages. Kragen found a healing potion and gently poured the contents down the man’s throat.”

  The potion did its magic almost immediately replacing the damaged tissue. Kragen saw puncture marks close up and the piece missing from the man’s leg grew back. Unfortunately, by the look of the figure and how everything sat, the dislocated shoulder needed extra attention as the other injuries soaked up the effects of the potion.

  “Looks like I may need to head back a lot earlier than expected.”