The Wolf King

"The wolf king still stands. I need to take care of that thing." Jake looked at the side, at the giant wolf that stood tall among all the others that rushed past it.

He looked around, at the thousands of carcasses that were slowly disappearing. But there were more that stayed there, immobile and unmoving.

"Goddamn them. Can't they understand the importance of what I tell them?" Jake cursed as he struck down. 

His sword pierced through the head of one of the carcasses, and he saw the eyes go open. 

"I can swear to god this wasn't the case the last time. This was so different in my previous life." Jake thought to himself. 

He then looked at Kierch, who was absolutely going berserk on Jake's left. He was like a death machine, and the way he was going through the beasts around him, Jake was absolutely sure that he was going to win if Jake didn't step up his game.