Fight or Flight

Alex and the wolf stared each other down, neither side making the first move.

'Thankfully I've kept up my practice of Phoenix fury every day since I've obtained it, or else I'd be too physically exhausted to even fight right now.'

Alex was in a standoff with the beast, but he knew he was at a clear disadvantage.

He couldn't sense the exact level of the beast, which concerned him a little. But he would have to face the wolf either way. 

There was no escaping out of the cave, so this was his only choice.

Not to mention the wolf was his only saving grace in terms of food in the dark and damp cave.

The wolf facing him finally launched an attack, and a gleaming claw specked with dust and dirt slashed towards Alex, bringing along a rush of wind.

"Huff!" Alex shouted as he controlled his breathing, concentrating his strength into his arms as he swept them to the right, striking the incoming claws away.

Bang!