Okay, fine. I’ll go back just for those of you that need back-story. You people are unbelievable sometimes. I am going to skip most of it, though, and just go right to Roy.
I was asking questions about the missing people, and there were quite a few, when a man walked up to me.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi,” I responded.
“You from around here?”
“Can I ask you something?”
I appreciated the sarcasm but I still wanted to punch the dude in the face. “You know anything about the missing people?”
He looked at me oddly. “Why are you asking?”
“People are going missing.”
I waited for more but that was all he said. I put my hand on my gun just in case.
“That they are,” I agreed.
“Should I kill you or not?” he asked.
“You’re either a hunter or monster. That’s why you have your hand on your hip like that.”
I didn’t take my eyes off of him. “If I was a monster it wouldn’t do you any good to point that out.”
“If you were a monster,” he began, “I’m sure that I’d be dead right now.”
He wasn’t a monster. That much was very clear. He wasn’t a paladin either.
“Touché,” I responded and took my hand off my gun.
“Roy,” he said.
“Wes,” I responded.
We talked for a bit and that is how we met. Some guy gave him crap for bumping into him and Roy took the guy down as if the man were a child.
So now we’re back to the werewolf standing in front of us.
“You two don’t belong here,” said the werewolf in its deep voice.
“I never really belong anywhere,” I replied.
“I hate werewolves,” said Roy.
“You have no idea.”
The werewolf slashed at my head but I ducked just in time. He swung back, though, and knocked Roy, who attempted to stand up, right in the chest. Maybe I shouldn’t have let him come. There was no doubt in my mind that he just cracked a rib or two.
I took my axe out and slashed at the werewolf’s head. I nicked some of the fur but missed doing any damage. The monster used that opportunity to slash me right in the chest, ripping one of my favorite shirts. Just kidding, I don’t have any favorite shirts.
We went back and forth for a while, and it was a bucket of fun but I was really sick of giant claws trying to cut me open.
The werewolf tried to sweep my leg so I jumped in the air to avoid being tripped. It then tried to cut my chest again but as I jumped in the air I kicked it in the head and knocked it over. While it was on the ground I didn’t waste a second and chopped off its head.
“Don’t lose your head,” I chuckled. It was lame, I know.
Right then another werewolf came and tackled me to the ground. I tried to fight it back but it knocked the axe out of my hand and had me pinned, good.
“I’m hungry,” it growled.
“Really?” I asked it.
It was about to chomp on my head—I was going to move out of the way—when its head just fell on me, along with a lot of blood. Roy was standing over us with a sword in his hand.
“Yeah, I do know,” he said…