When a Monster Calls, Part 2
I was bleeding from wounds in both my arms and legs and my chest, but the half dozen pairs of lucky rabbit's feet dangling from my belt helped to relieve me of the sting of my many wounds.
"I should have at least packed a first-aid kit… or a potion," I scolded myself. "What kind of alchemist doesn't prepare a potion beforehand?"
In my mind, I recalled the earlier encounters and how lucky I'd been to have come out of it with just these scratches.
"Note to self… from now on, pack godsdamn first-aid kit when I go trekking into the wilds," I sighed. "Might have been an easier fight if I came prepared…"
The initial five wolpertingers were easy enough to deal with because I used the densely packed trees to keep the little bastards from ganging up on me, allowing me to take them on one at a time with my flaming pickax in one hand and my new Wolpertinger's Claw in the other.