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A battlemage wanders towards town, already imagining a warm bath, a warm bed and hopefully a warm woman. Following him in the trees is a pack of  Werewolves, waiting for an opportunity.

Soon town is within reach, woodsmoke is in the air. This is where the wolves decide to make their ambush.

"Where do you think you're going cutie?" The alpha asks with a cruel smirk.

The battlemage, far too tired and sore to put up with this shit answers by drawing steel.