Gregory
*Zalgar would attempt to evade the attack, his body shifting around like the massive wriggling pile of flesh it is making it even harder to hit him*
```zalgar evaded 14 damage, only took 1(+4 bleed) damage

Mana: 0/ 0
Focus:3/6
Rage: 2/6
Blood charge: 3

Movement: 6 tiles
Attack 1:11|11dmg| | 
Attack 2: 21|18dmg| ```
Bertha
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Round 3 Action PC
```
The wolf this time seems to be making a particularly poor defense, this time. It is Zalgar's turn to attack, once again.



Wolves Defense: 6
Gregory
*Zalgar would've continued his onslaught, striking twice at one unlucky,defenseless wolf*

Mana: 0/ 0
Focus:3/6
Rage: 2/6
Blood charge: 3

Movement: 6 tiles
Attack 1:14|11| | 
Attack 2: 7|13| |```
Bertha
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Round 3 Action GM 
```
The six wolves continued their assault. They closed in on him, slashing and crawling at him from every angle possible. Zalgar furiously slashed away at one of the wolf, tearing it apart alive. In the chaos, though, as Zalgar ended his frenzy, he would've noticed more slash mark and bite on him, wolf's mouth latched to his legs and arms, and blood flowing from every part of his body.

It didn't take long before he dropped unconscious, and the sound of a distant fireball can be heard.

Attacks: 9 hits out of 12. 

```diff
+ Zalgar deals 24 damage to one wolf. It would've been slashed apart.
- Zalgar takes 9 * 6 = 54 Cut Damage! At least two crits, but he is already bleeding!.
- Zalgar is incapacitated
```

**While Zalgar is down..**
With at least two of their companion killed, the wolves was't sure what to do anymore. The rabied wolves would retreat, leaving Zalgar alone. 

Besides, that massive ball of flame nearby was quite terrifying.

**An hour later** 
Zalgar would regain consciousness in middle of the forest. It appears there was plenty of time before sunset - still enough for Zalgar to return to safety and healing. He will probably need it. 

As he stood up or examined himself, he will find that his right leg had a few muscles torn apart, slowing down him considerably. And as he exerted himself, he'll find that he was struggling to breath with every step - it appears that one of his rib was cracked during the fall, and magical auto healing wasn't quite cutting it...
Gregory
*It seems like the animals had gotten stronger, or was it him who had gotten weaker?
 Either way it didn't change the end goal, he didn't know how or from when, but he remembered of an old friend that was living nearby in his little hermit hut, a healer who had gotten tired of the city life and the village's folk, he would've to navigate his way there but that wouldn't be too much of an issue due to his knowledge of the forest, but due to his broken leg, it seemed like he was gonna have to forgo walking, thankfully he knows how to use his vampiric abilities to the best of their capabilities, the fact he could partially transform would be a great advantage*
Bertha
*Consuming his inner Blood, Zalgar managed to stabilize himself to the point of being able to walk. Luckily for him, he would've found an abandoned carcass near the original one - not much to speak of, but he could take the blood from it and use it to recover and further steady himself.* 

*Friend? A good friend is nearby and available. Luckily for Zalgar, he managed to find the house of said old friend, next to a rather bountiful farm, fenced in with several pigs in the pen.*

*A farmer wearing a hat in the field noticed him, and turned toward him. The stranger looked familiar, but way dirtier and horrifying than he remembered.* 

*He walked toward him.* 

"...Is it you?"
Gregory
"Unless have you've met another two-jawed, giant cat, then yes, it's me."

*Would say zalgar, for once, not in a sassy or annoyed tone, which was a huge change of habits since that was the only 2 tones of voice he used in the last few decades*

"Would it be too much of a bother if we talked inside?"

*It wouldn't be hard to see that something was wrong about zalgar, even while not taking into account the shape-shifting and such, as his breathing always seem to cut shorter than it should and he seemed having difficulty walking*
Bertha
*The old friend offered a hand to him, supporting Zalgar on his way inside.* 

"It would not be." 

*He led him down to his table, watching the slight dripping of blood on the way, and offered him a seat at the table.* 

"You look way worse for wear, my friend. Way worse. Nothing like the one I used to know."
Gregory
"Times have changed,our world is full of strange events, powers have been weakened and beasts have gotten stronger, the reason of those happenings are unknown to me,but a pack of wolves showed me i should've taken more precaution as i am sure you can see, that and age seems to have finally started to play a few trick on my mind, which is to be expected seeing my age of...225 years old? Honestly, i have lost count."

*Meanwhile, zalgar would apply a bit of pressure near the wounds, to limit the loss of blood, even as he knew he didn't risk anything from blood loss at this point*
Bertha
"Times has changed indeed... Now stop reminding me I am an old man too, Zalgar." *The white haired felinid stood up, pouring a cup of tea for Zalgar, combined with painkilling herbs to ease the pain. For a felinid, his friend Zamreth always looked exceptionally human - enough for him to blend in as if he was an Oriate amongst the humans - which is why he is here.* 

"You look pretty messed up. I'll heal you." *The healer stood up, walking to the back and taking in some supplies, which he proceeded to use to cast a healing spell on Zalgar with, mending his leg and lungs over the course of several minutes.*

"The wolves in the forest are getting pretty restless, in fact, they've attacked several of the village's lifestock, I didn't expect them to be this fierce, however..."
Gregory
"Heh... Thanks for the assistance, and i probably could've taken the pack down if i had brought some armor, i'll have to dig up that stash of owlbear hide I've been collecting over the last few month, then the problem of those mad wolves would be over, but for now, their pack has been weakened as i killed 2 out of the 6, at-least the next bold adventurer who tries to take them down will have an easier time, they aren't exactly difficult to kill, the real danger is them swarming you all at once, which you can guess happened to me, if they didn't, there wouldn't be any wolves left here, Hehehe"

*During the few time zalgar spend time to catch his breath, he would also take the occasion to sip on the painkilling tea zamreth had made for him*
Bertha
"Thinking of picking up a weapon again, Zalgar? Looks like your fist isn't serving you too well." *The veteran said as he looked at the scars on Zalgar's fist.* 

"Thought you've sworn off them for some reason, but you are no monk, you strive in the heat of battle, do you not?"