Story 3
Soldier before God
Wolfe walked into the pub. It was full of rambunctious soldiers and drunken hunters.
"Hey Slayer!" A drunken man stood up from the bar. "I heard your invincible!" The man placed down his bottle of liquor and walked towards the door.
"Varten. Right?" Wolfe removed his hood and his wolf shaped form was revealed. "I heard you couldn't catch even a starion."
Varten had a look of shock in his face and his skin went pale.
"It's Wolfe. The wandering slayer!" Varten started to run toward the bar.
Wolfe jumped over the entire crowd and landed on the bar. He stepped off of it and stood in front of the man. "You and I have unsetteld business." Wolfe grabbed the man by the neck and pushed him backwards. He continued to stumble over his feet. He fell out of the doors to the pub and hit the dirt road outside with a thud.
"Hey. Last time I saw you, we weren't after you. It was a mistake." Varten's hands slid in the dirt and kept him from getting up.
"Tell that to the innocent merchant you butchered." Wolfe walked out of the bar with his sword drawn. He walked up to Varten and sliced him across the chest. The blood gushed out and ran like a small stream down his chest.
Varten fell to the ground. A shear horror struck look left on his face. Wolfe pulled out a vial and pured a liquid onto his body. He drew an arrow from his quiver and swipped it across his leg, the tip ignited and then he threw it onto Varten's doused body. "May the death god have mercy on your blood."
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