Evander stepped into the darkness of the forest, holding the sword in his left hand up before him. Today, he planned to devote all of his efforts to taking down as many monsters as he could. It would be a beneficial training experience, and perhaps he would get something other than a pelt or the like as a drop. Another reason was that he hadn't killed a monster in quite a while, due to all of the training he had put himself through in order to be able to use a sword with his non-dominant hand. N
Evander could feel the rage attempting to build up in him again, but he tamped it down. He needed to be in control. He needed to focus. The enemy was in front of him. Evander got to his feet and took a deep breath. The wolf began to growl. Evander held his sword out in front of him. Death loomed ahead, inevitably drawing closer every passing second. He could probably take about two more hits before going down, whereas this wolf needed 8 normal hits from him. This wasn't going to go well. Yeah, h