The beast was limping, but that didn't seem to demotivate it. In fact, it only seemed to be more eager. Licking its teeth, the wolf slowly circled Aldr as he gritted his teeth.
'Not the worst start I've had but...I'd be really pissed if I die here.'
The beast lurched forward, throwing its whole weight towards Arthur and opening its mouth, eager to take a bite out of his leg. But was met with a swift kick to the jaw.
'Good, it's stupid...'
It only took a few more dodges from Aldr to gain an advantage in the fight. Though he unfortunately lacked the reach to take advantage of it without being punished, as the dagger's blade was quite short.
'Great...great.'
The beast didn't seem alright, its actions were mindless and seemed to be out of desperation, or maybe even insanity. Though, that was nothing but another advantage for Aldr, as the beast laid out many more gaps for him to take advantage of.
He kicked the beast back and sliced it across the head, letting the black dagger drag across its flesh as Aldr burst forward, slamming his fist down onto the wolf and caving its skull.
'Its...probably dead.'
He grumbled and stabbed it a few more times for safety. And then took a peek at its flesh. There was an odd green hue, rotted. Like it had already died before. He caught his breath and sighed, eyeing the dagger. Before sparks formed into words above it.
'Finally, I was waiting...'
The guide that had been given to him showed itself in forms of, magical words. Though, they were quite helpful. Finding information about weapons and skills himself was a great pain in the ass.
The sparks formed into the roughly written words above the dagger.
[Greetings, Firstchosen.]
He gave the words a slight wave before letting out another sigh.
"Yeah, yeah, hi. Just show me my uh, whatever."
The runes shaped and transformed into another long string of words.
[Name: Aldr
Title: None
Attributes: None
Weapons: Black dagger
Skills: None]
'A promising show of abilities...'
"Show me the black dagger."
The runes transformed once again.
[Item name: Black dagger
Grade: Relic
Aspect: Death
Definition: Death marched across the desert, when asked who he was, he said "nobody".]
'Inspiring.'
He let out another sigh and stood up. It was rather uninteresting to him. The role he had taken was also uninteresting. No attributes, not a single defining power. No skills, and one useless weapon with the aspect of death.
'Come to think of it... I had a similar weapon to this back then, didn't I?'
He remembered the world slightly, Velmund. The realm of the forgotten. Back when Aldr was younger, he had done quite a number on the place.
He shifted his feet and walked towards the light. As he exited the cavern, his already damp feet were only met with more damp stone. As rain poured heavily onto him he examined his surroundings. He was on the edge of a cliff, and he was on the side of a mountain, with lush greenery running down its sides. Moss and such.
He couldn't really see anything beyond that because a light veil of fog covered anything beyond it. He was careful not to slip and looked up. Noticing odd stones that protruded from the mountain.
'...stepping stones?'
It wasn't a good risk to take, attempting to climb a slippery mountain on poorly made stepping stones. But he didn't exactly have a choice. As the cave wasn't very inviting either. He sighed and looked down at his clothes before walking back into the cave. And then yanking off his robes. Thankfully, he had soft undergarments.
He cut parts out of his robe and wrapped it on his feet. Although it probably made him more prone to slipping. He didn't like his feet being cold and damp. And so, Aldr looked towards the first stepping stone in nothing but his underwear. And leaped forward. Thankfully, he managed to find his grip quickly. Though, any man without as much experience as him surely would have plunged to their death.
'Close...too damn close...'
His teeth chattered as he looked at himself in the reflection of the mountain. He had maintained his silver hair and jade eyes. But lacked the physique he had built in his last world. Scrawny was a good way to put it. And the scars he had gained were gone as well.
'Tch. Back to the start. Again, and again.'
He took a deep breath and looked towards the next step. Which was needlessly higher up.
'Was this made for a superhuman or something?
He sighed and made another leap. Barely gripping onto the edge of the stepping stone, he hurled himself up onto it. Using the dagger to find his grip. The rain only seemed to feel heavier, the air as well. The next step was closer to his reach. A small jump did just fine. But he was already a bit tired. And the thick air wasn't helping.
'This scrawny body is not helping...'
He slumped against the wall for a second to catch his breath. Looking out into the fog. He had sworn he saw it shift for a moment, but shook it off.