Lukas' body crashed against the rocks of the mountain, the impact making him drop the dagger in his hand. He winced hard as his body thudded into the ground, but he pulled himself up and searched for the dagger in hand.
'Was it all my imagination? Maybe? Probably—there." Lukas swiped up the dagger and then went into a defensive position.
The wyvern shook its head from side to side, the impact of crashing into the ground also leaving it dizzy.
Lukas' recovery speed was better, and yet he there was an instinct within him that told him that it was better to hold his ground than attack ruthlessly.
"Hey, are you intelligent? How'd you change into that?" Lukas asked.
The wyvern let out a shrill sound, glared at Lukas and then drew itself back into the air again, taking flight and not attacking him again.
"Must have knocked itself too hard. That had to hurt, ugh." Lukas rubbed his sore shoulder and tracked the wyvern. It was actually hard to distinguish the creature because of its 'sky-changing' nature, even to Lukas' but he saw it fly into the direction that he was about to head to.
"Going back home to run to your daddy, maybe?" Lukas muttered and shook his head.
"Bah!" a tiny kid appeared in front of him.
Lukas blinked at it.
It looked fairly cute, and looked as ordinary as any other goat that Lukas had seen shown in television before, but then it opened its mouth again and revealed razor sharp teeth.
But that wasn't even the end of it, Lukas then glanced up to see that there were a fairly great amount of mountain goats all gathered together into their own little herd. Or an absolute unit of an army.
The crash from both him and the wyvern must have attracted their attention—probably assuming that it was free food.
"This isn't looking any good, isn't it?" Lukas muttered to himself remember his last encounter with deafness in the Dark Forest.
The kid's 'bah' was loud enough to grab his attention, but with the rest of the goats—Lukas glanced at all the many goats gathered in one spot and then darted away again.
'Running away isn't exactly cowardly if you know why you're doing it?' Lukas thought as he ran up the mountain slopes.
The goats looked at him once and a few attempted to give chase after him, but with his speed, it was impossible for them to catch up.
"Hah, outran them." Lukas muttered, but then realized that their attention turned to the forest. His blood temporarily ran cold and he stopped in his tracks, waving an arm. "Hey! I'm here! Free food! Don't you want a piece of this good meat?"
Lukas didn't even know if they were carnivores, but somehow he had a feeling that if they were classified as dangerous then they probably were.
It didn't seem like they were just defending their territory or else they would have never came up to approach him in the first place—they acted more like hunters and predators.
The Wailing Goats didn't pay him any mind. There were other targets for them to choose and surround.
Lukas cursed and then picked up a rock. He swung it hard and hit the kid right in the head and with the velocity he threw it at—the skull cracked instantly and the baby goat dropped dead.
"Why did you kill a kid, Lukas?" Lukas asked himself, but then noticed how the other goats looked up at him and he didn't need to know animal language to see the fury in their eyes. "Yes, that's why. Now run."
Clip. Clop. Clip. Clop.
Lukas didn't think that a sound like that was terrifying, but the army of goats finally chased after him. Perhaps, not all of them since some had already moved towards the forest—but Lukas tried his best and that was that.
"Got to keep the wind from blowing this fucking hood." Lukas held onto the piece of cloth for dear life as he ran up. There was another whoosh in the air and he looked up to see a couple wyverns flying above, one of them swooped down from the skies and tore a Wailing Goat into the air.
Another tried to do the same but had several Wailing Goats blast ear-piercing shrieks at it and somehow it crashed into the ground.
"The hell—they're not smart at all. Or these goats are better at their jobs than the wyverns. Or that particular wyvern." Lukas knew it was chaos as the other wyverns started dropping from the skies.
And for a split second, Lukas was almost tempted to stop in his tracks and save the poor wyvern that fell—but that was madness.
The wyverns were supposed to be bigger, but it didn't necessarily mean better it seemed.
"Instinct, instinct—there's a Sky Changing Wyvern that didn't exist. That's got to mean something." Lukas turned around on his heels and tried not to roll down the mountain as he zigzagged through the Wailing Goats that chased after him, avoided the wyverns that attempted to pluck him from the sky and headed for the wyvern that was still disoriented and weakly throwing its claws at the goats that were trying to take a chunk of bite from it.
"Gods, these goats are crazy." Lukas muttered as he plunged his dagger into the nearest goat, pulled it out and then stabbed another, and then the next like he was in some sort of fluid dance.
Blood swirled into the air like a majestic wave in that moment, a spiral that would have appeared beautifully to a certain Vampire and for anyone who could have seen that particular moment.
Lukas stopped in front of the wyvern and let out a sigh.
The wyvern tried to take a bite of him.
Lukas smacked it with the back of the dagger—not enough to disorient it again, but enough to send the message at least.
"Hey buddy, I don't know who your boss is, but this is me saving you. Get a life."
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