Survive!

Disregarding the danger, Whiskey-Jack rushed outside to aid Midok, "This isn't your Mom anymore" he kept repeating to himself, trying to make it easier to face the Rolling Head.

Tel keeping pace with Whiskey-Jack, growled as he sniffed the air, "We're getting close… how do we combat this being" Tel asked, his body now ready to fight.

"I'm not sure yet", starting to believe he had made a mistake chasing after Midok, "No… I need Midok to get out of this alive" shaking

the thoughts from his mind.

"Is he still alive Tel!?" Whiskey-Jack asked, not slowing down afraid for the worst. Tel sniffed the air a few more times and nodded his head.

Reaching the scene, multiple trees were thrashed with wood splinters being sent all over, while others were completely ripped in half.

The first thing Whiskey-Jack did was scan the area for any signs of Midok, it was difficult to see as dust had been kicked up, making the air hard to see through.

Eventually spotting Midok, he looked exhausted with cuts all over his body, getting close, the two noticed Midok was now missing an arm as blood dripped to the forest floor.

"WHISKY-JACK!!!!" A familiar voice shouted through the trees, turning his head to the voice, he could now see the Rolling Head using its hair to hang from trees.

[New Quest: Survive]

[Reward: Instant Level Up]

[Failure: …Death]

"Death!?" The message had shaken Whiskey-Jack to his core, with the system he never felt as if his life was on the line, but for once it was telling him this was beyond his capabilities.

Quickly drawing and firing an arrow at it, he hoped it would be enough of a distraction, as Whiskey-Jack ran towards Midok who had still yet to move.

Sensing something incoming, he stopped in his tracks, with a strong wind rushing past, he could feel a cut form across his cheek

A loud crack could be heard, looking to his right he could see the Rolling Head had used one of its thick hair strands as a sword, cutting his cheek, and piercing deep into a tree.

Tel with no hesitation lunged and latched onto the stuck piece of hair, "ARRGGHHH" the Rolling Head, howled in pain, in frustration it pulled its hair from the tree and swung it wildly trying to get the huge white wolf off it's hair.

Flinging Tel to the side against another tree, he let out a loud yelp in pain, and started to limp away from the area.

Turning now to face the Rolling Head, he saw another of its hair strands coming straight towards him, "This is the end…" Whiskey-Jack thought, closing his eyes as his life flashed before him.

With his eyes closed, he could hear the sound of metal clashing, opening his eyes he checked himself over, shocked he was still alive.

Looking forward, he noticed the hair strand had been smashed to ground, Midok with a sword in his only hand, had the leg pinned.

"GET OUT OF HERE! PROTECT VIX AND MUSKRAT!" Midok shouted, tears

streaming down his face as he knew this was the end.

Whiskey-Jack was stunned to be alive, was found it hard to abandon his saviour, but not wanting to Midok's sacrifice to be in vain, he took off as the sound of fighting continued behind him.

"Thank you Midok…" tears streaming down his face as he ran through the forest, "I'll never forget you."

Over time Whiskey-Jack hadn't realized how attached he had grown to the man, viewing him as another father figure, his willingness to be patient and guide him.