He stopped six wolves this time before the sound of cloth tearing announced his failure. Then an unstoppable force smacked him to the ground. “Again! Save her! She is going to die, and it will be your fault!” Dale’s mind was buzzing; there had to be more to the lesson! This time, instead of fighting the wolves, he grabbed the scarecrow and ran. The chuckles of his master made him grin until he felt a sharp object tear into his side. He screamed and dropped the ‘princess’ who was subsequently torn apart. “Better, smarter.” The Elf nodded at him as Dale looked for what had stabbed him. He
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