John hid himself from the Dire Wolf and it turned its attention towards the group, but before it could do anything, John appeared from its side swinging his dagger. The clanking of steel reverberated throughout the ruins as John’s Venomlash connected with the Dire Wolf. The Dire Wolf’s fur was tougher than metal.
The Dire Wolf turned to John with a growl. The others used this opening to rain their attacks on the monster. Dalia’s fireballs, Octavia’s wind blades and Maria’s lightning bolts struck the Dire Wolf’s body, and it howled in pain. The Dire Wolf winced and closed its eyes for a moment. Stephanie took the chance and jumped to land a downward kick on its head.
John rushed towards the Dire Wolf while the Dire Wolf was preoccupied with Stephanie’s attack. He slashed at its hind legs, but he could not pierce its tough fur. However, the girl’s magic seemed to have chipped away at some of its fur.
John slashed at its fur repeatedly and managed to slice it, revealing the skin beneath, but the Dire Wolf counter-attacked John’s onslaught and clawed at him, leaving deep gashes on his arm. John hissed in pain and staggered back, his muscles burning and his blood dripping on the ground.
"Fuck!" he swore.
The others launched their attacks and managed to keep the Dire Wolf at bay, but it was clear that they were beginning to tire. John’s eyes narrowed as he watched the beast, his body tensed and his mind racing. He had to find a way to finish this fight soon, or they were all doomed.
"I’m going for its eyes," he muttered.
The others nodded and kept the beast occupied, launching their spells and dodging the Dire Wolf’s strikes. John lunged forward, his Venomlash raised and his body brimming with power. The Dire Wolf growled and leapt towards him, its jaws open and its fangs bared.
"Shockwave!"
A powerful blast of wind erupted from John’s hand, striking the Dire Wolf in the face and sending it flying back.
The Dire Wolf roared in pain, its fur singed and its flesh burned.
"Dalia, Maria, now!" John shouted, his voice booming.
The two girls raised their hands, their eyes narrowed and their faces tense.
"Fireball!"
"Artillery!"
Streams of blazing fire and crackling lightning shot towards the injured and vulnerable Dire Wolf, exploding upon contact and sending a wave of heat and destruction through the air. The Dire Wolf writhed and thrashed, its body engulfed in flames and its skin seared by the intense heat.
John and the others watched as the monster collapsed, its body broken and its life fading away.
"We did it," Dalia breathed, her voice filled with disbelief.
"Yeah, we did," John replied, his body shaking and his heart pounding.
"I can’t believe we actually managed to beat that thing," Octavia said, her eyes wide and her voice trembling.
John and the others nodded, their faces pale and their bodies covered in sweat, but before they could celebrate, electricity began to crackle around the Dire Wolf. Its eyes began to shine with a blinding white glow, and a powerful surge of energy rippled through the air.
John’s eyes widened as he realised the danger.
"Move! Get away from the monster, now!" he shouted.
The group scattered, but it was too late. A massive blast of energy erupted from the dying monster, the force of the explosion sending them flying through the air.
John grunted and hit the ground hard, his body aching and his vision blurred.
The world seemed to spin around him as he tried to get to his feet, his head throbbing and his stomach churning.
After the Dire Wolf’s death, the area was enveloped in a cloud of dust and debris, obscuring the group’s vision and making it impossible to see anything. The air was thick and heavy, and the silence was deafening.
John could feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest, and his palms were slick with sweat. He struggled to his feet, his legs trembling and his lungs burning.
"Julia! Octavia! Are you alright?" he called out, his voice echoing through the dust and darkness. Julia had already been injured and Octavia was the one closest to the Dire Wolf and John feared the worst.
There was no response.
He staggered forward, his feet shuffling and his knees weak.
"Jolene, can you hear me? Where are you?" he shouted, his throat raw and his voice hoarse.
"Here! I’m here!" she replied, her voice faint and muffled.
He stumbled towards the sound of her voice and found her lying on the ground, her eyes closed and her body limp.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice low and strained.
She nodded weakly and grimaced.
"My arm...it’s broken," she groaned.
John cursed and glanced around, trying to see if anyone else was alive, but the dust and darkness made it impossible to see anything.
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"Can you stand?" he asked, his voice tense and his heart racing.
Jolene shook her head.
"No," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here," John said, his voice firm and determined.
"We need to find the others," she murmured.
John nodded and scooped her up, his arms trembling and his breath ragged. He looked around, trying to see if anyone was still alive, but the cloud of dust made it impossible to see anything. He gritted his teeth and pressed forward, his footsteps heavy and his heart racing.
The dust and debris began to settle, and the world became clearer. He could make out the outline of a figure standing nearby, their body slumped and their shoulders hunched.
"Hey! Are you alright?" he called out.
"J-john...?" a familiar voice replied, her tone strained and weak.
It was Dalia.
He stumbled towards her, his steps shaky and his lungs burning.
"It’s me. I’m here," he said, his voice rough and gravelly.
She turned to face him, her eyes wide and her face pale.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, his brows furrowed and his lips tight.
Dalia shook her head, her gaze fixed on the ground.
"I’m fine. It’s...it’s not my blood," she whispered, her voice choked and her shoulders trembling.
John sighed in relief and glanced around, his eyes searching for any sign of the others.
"Do you know where the others are?" he asked.
"No...no, I don’t. I haven’t seen anyone," she murmured, her voice thick with fear and uncertainty.
As the dust settled and the world became clearer, John felt a sense of dread and despair creeping up inside him. The area was destroyed, and there were no signs of the others. He glanced at Dalia and saw that her face was pale and drawn, and her eyes were dull and lifeless. She looked like a shell of her former self, and John wondered if she would ever recover from this ordeal.
His gaze drifted towards the ruined buildings and the shattered concrete, and he felt a heavy weight settle in his chest. He had failed to protect his women and friends.
But he couldn’t dwell on such things. He had to find the others and get them to safety. With a sigh, John gathered his strength and began the search. It would not be easy, but he was determined to bring them home. For their sake and his own.