The Boxer and the Dead

Silas lunged, meeting the wolf pack closest to him in a burst of energy, his feet moving in perfect sync with his body, techniques honed to perfection even in a body lacking the muscle memory.

Three wolves lunged at once, crashing toward Silas head-on.

Silas laughed, slamming his air-covered fist into the ground, causing an explosion as the compressed air ignited on impact. Dirt and debris burst upward, disorienting the wolves and sending them sprawling.

"Gotta fight dirty to win!"

He cackled, tightening his grip as he spotted the nearest wolf scrambling beside him, its failed lunge leaving it vulnerable.

"Time to test this out!"

Silas grinned, smashing his explosive fist into the wolf's chest. A controlled burst of energy erupted from the strike, making quick work of the beast.

[EXP: 50]

Suddenly, Silas' robes gleamed, dark crimson tendrils swirling outward to envelop the slain wolf. Silas stepped back, eyes narrowing as the wolf's body jerked, its dead form twitching back to life. White-glowing pupils mirrored Silas' own.

[Novice Robe of Necromancy Passive Activated: Reanimate]

Before Silas could even react to the effect, the other wolves recovered, lunging at him again. More wolves, emboldened by the chaos, charged from behind.

Spinning instinctively, Silas caught a glimpse of his newly risen undead wolf. It lunged at one of the attackers, sinking its teeth deep into the enemy's throat and tearing it down before it could reach him.

[EXP: 50]

"Talk about brutal!"

Silas grinned wickedly, refocusing on the two wolves still barreling toward him, both arms poised for a counterattack.

"Twin Dynamite!"

he shouted, both fists glowing with compressed air as he launched them forward like twin missiles.

The first punch struck a lunging wolf midair, detonating its head in a controlled explosion. As the second wolf neared, Silas ducked low to avoid its strike.

"Take this!"

He roared, thrusting an explosive uppercut into the wolf's gut. The blast from the punch ripped through its insides, dropping it instantly.

[EXP: 100]

Blood-splattered and breathing hard, Silas spun back toward the rest of the pack, where his undead wolf stood amidst the carnage.

[EXP: 100]

Two more wolf corpses lay at its feet, clean bites ripped through their necks.

"Guess reanimation made you stronger than the rest, huh…?"

Silas chuckled, moving to position himself beside his undead ally.

"Guess Necromancer was the right choice after all!"

A few feet next to him was Dwayne, fighting off two wolf packs at once—taking care of them swiftly and brutally.

"Fire Fan!"

He shouted, a massive fan materializing in his hand that disintegrated two wolves at once. Simultaneously, rocks struck down more wolves—the other delinquents acting like lethal snipers from back at the fort.

Silas grinned, glad to see Dwayne handling things just as well as he was, then turned his attention back to the wolf pack in front of him.

"Ready for more?"

He taunted, as the undead wolf beside him charged in first.

"Easy there, boy!"

He laughed, following right after—his stance shifting into that of a boxer rather than an assassin.

"Left!"

He screamed, exploding another wolf's head—blood splattering across his face.

"Right!"

Another jab landed, taking out yet another wolf, while his undead companion struck down a third.

[EXP: 150]

Only one left! Then it's the wolf lord we have to worry about!

He shouted internally, eyes locked onto the last wolf. The beast was clearly shaken, its body beginning to retreat after seeing its pack decimated so easily.

"Goodnight!"

Silas shouted, dashing in close—mere inches from the terrified creature. Its cowering expression, wide eyes trembling with fear, met him head-on.

For a brief moment, silence fell—only the wind and a low whimper filled the space between the living and the dead.

But it didn't last long.

Silas took it out cleanly with a quick jab to the face.

[EXP: 50]

Silas chuckled, then dropped to his knees after the confrontation, his body still not used to physical combat like his old one.

He glanced toward Dwayne—both wolf packs now lay dead, their bodies either incinerated or taken out by rocks that had pierced straight through vital points.

"No rest for the wicked…"

Silas muttered, before rising again, stretching out his arms, then patting the undead wolf seated calmly beside him.

"For a rotting and moving corpse, you sure still act cute."

Silas laughed, then turned his focus toward the wolf lord, who stood motionless—silently watching its two packs get annihilated.

"I hope you got more steam in you!"

Dwayne shouted, flames roaring around his arms as he prepared to propel himself toward the looming boss.

Silas chuckled.

How much mana does he even have?

"I got enough of it to take that one down at least…"

He said, rolling his arms in a warmup motion.

"Game on!"