ELITE Watermelon Wolves

As Salvatore fought desperately, employing his special piercing technique, he carefully avoided killing any Red Berry Rabbits, focusing on dispatching the Watermelon Wolves, since they posed a far greater threat than the Red Berry Rabbits.

However regardless of what he was doing, he maintained a constant awareness of the Watermelon Wolf King, who despite his addition to the battle, remained upon the stony mound, impassively watching the battle, as he confidently gave orders to his pack, arrogantly ignoring the actions of Salvatore, who had managed to kill a few Watermelon Wolves, as though it was a minor thing, of little or no importance to him in the grand scheme of things.

However Salvatore knew, that once he killed enough of the Watermelon Wolves, this matter would change instantly, since the deadly Watermelon Wolf King, would have no choice but to enter the battle, in order to display his dominant superiority.

Indeed, the Watermelon Wolf King did think like this, for he was a powerful BOSS monster, the Watermelon Wolf King, who had literally clawed his way up thru the packs ranks, in order to become the strongest alpha wolf, the Watermelon Wolf King.

Now as the leader of the pack, he wished for it to grow stronger and larger, so that he would have more wolves to rule over, of course, it was inevitable that during hunts a few wolves would be lost, but that would only make the pack grow stronger, for the rule of the wild was the weak perish, while only the strong would survive.

However this strange prey, who smelled very weak, like one of the prey he could easily kill with a casual swipe of his blood red claws, had managed to kill 3 of his packs little brothers, no, as he watched the number continued to grow, 4,.. 5,.. 6,... 7, as the 7th little brother of his pack fell to the ground, covered in a golden flash of light, the Watermelon Wolf King reached his limit. Uttering a sharp howl, he commanded his two ELITE Watermelon Wolf lieutenants to go forth and kill this strange prey, which was killing the little bros of his pack.

Hearing the Watermelon Wolf Kings commanding howl, without a moment's hesitation Salvatore quickly retreated from the corpse of the 7th wolf he had killed, returning to the Stony Barks high branch, sensing the two ELITE Watermelon Wolves charging toward him, while dispelling his [Fire Cloak] skill with a wave of his hand.

However, the two charging ELITE Watermelon Wolves were not the slightest bit impeded by this action, without hesitation, they swiftly leaped upward, launching themselves 20 feet into the air, before colliding with the tree with a thunderous "BOOM," their claws fully unsheathed, they securely gripped the hard wood of the Stony Barks trunk.

Standing up vertically upon the Stony Barks trunk, they glared at Salvatore smugly, before much to Salvatore's surprise, they continued their pursuit, beginning to literally run up the trunk of the tree, as easily as they ran upon the ground, quickly closing the gap between them.

"FUCK ME!!!" shouted Salvatore in surprise, widening his eyes at the ELITE Watermelon Wolves uncanny ability to climb trees, before he quickly began to flee, ascending the tree speedily by casting [Blink] continuously in order to maintain a marginal lead, knowing that a grisly death was nipping at his heels.

Now running for his life, Salvatore suddenly realized that this was probably the weirdest chase he had ever been in, before he recalled the time he was chased by that giant mutated baby duck, the size of a truck, making this the second weirdest situation of fleeing in his entire life.

Quickly fleeing, Salvatore rapidly ascended the tree, climbing higher and higher, 60 feet,...80 feet,...110 feet,....150 feet,....190 feet,.....240 feet.

At this height a single mistake would be costly, resulting in a fee that could only be paid with one's life. Yet such dark thoughts were nonexistent in Salvatore's troubled mind, as he rapidly flickered up the tree. In fact his mind was completely void of all thoughts, driven by a primal instinct to survive the grim fate that relentlessly pursued him.

Frantically fleeing at such a rushed pace slowly began to take its toll on Salvatore's less than average physique, causing his breath to grow ragged, while his forehead began to exude a faint amount of sweat.

Although he was exerting a minimum of physical strength, utilizing mainly his [Blink] skill to rapidly climb the tree, he still had to stop to maneuver around dense areas of clustered branches which were impossible to [Blink] thru.

Slowly, he felt himself begin to grow tired, his arms slowly growing leaden, yet he struggled onward, driven solely by his unyielding will to survive.