The woman watched from the sides, even found a nice spot to have her lunch as she enjoyed the sight. A man with a shaved head and a patchy beard wrestling a baby kobold, naked. It took a good 5 minutes until it ended, enough for the woman to finish her food.

It ended with the man winning, naturally. Though he ended up passing out right after. She placed her packed lunch back in her leather backpack. Then, she walked over to the unconscious man, kicking a large leaf to cover his exposed parts. With a hand on her bucket hat she inspected the man, he was still breathing. Sad to say, but she hoped that it was the other way around. A baby kobold strangled to death wasn't a good thing to leave in the forest. And she certainly didn’t have time to bury the kid.

Shadowy figures were starting to surround them, gathering behind the trees. She didn't think that they were hostile yet, merely observing. The woman checked the crazy man once again, a nasty bite wound on his shoulder.

She dropped her leather bag on the ground, a resounding thud coming from it. Then she stabbed the ground with a pole that was as long as her, she used it for hiking. Rolling up her sleeves she reveals her lean forearms. Her veins bulged which made it look like the veins on a leaf. From her bag, she pulled out a small fishing hook and a line. Without hesitation she pours alcohol on his wounds.

Dumog wakes up from the stinging sensation from his right shoulder, releasing a high pitched cry involuntarily. The feeling was a sharp pulsation. A heavy hand prevented him from standing up, making him remain seated.

“Stay still and chew on this,” a woman in gray overalls ordered him. He followed and accepted the skinned root from her gloved hands. It tasted like a mix of ginger and mint.

“Who are you?” he tried to ask with his mouth full.

“I should be the one asking you that,” she said.

The woman had her overalls tucked into black rubbery boots. Dumog got a sight of her face when she crouched down next to him. Her black hair that reached her shoulders looked like they were cut with shears, it was as straight as her bangs above her brows. She had olive skin, which had a few nicks and scars. What struck him the most was her expression, it was devoid of emotion. He yelped in pain once more as she continued stitching.

“My name's Amihan, I happened to be in the area when you were wrestling the Kobold,” she finished stitching in under a minute, tying a quick knot by the end of it in one fluid motion. “Spit that out and place it on top of there,” from her bag she pulled out a cloth binding.

“Oh ho, so the beast I have vanquished was named Kobold,” Dumog deepened his voice. “I shall now take my hard earned loot from the monster I’ve slain,” he picked up the rags the blue creature was wearing and wore them. “I wonder what stats this gives me.”

“That’s a diaper,” she blew air through her nose. Amihan gave their surroundings a quick scan once again, they were getting a lot more spectators.

“Lady Amihan, I am Dumog from Earth. It seems I have come to your world as The Champion of Light. Sent here to rid of the Great Evil that is to come,” he didn’t seem to hear what she said and his accent changed midspeech.

“Yeah, I figured you were one of those. Don’t know about the hero thing though. Always thought that you Otherworlders were just mentally ill.” She pulled out her knife and started attaching it to her hiking stick. “I saw a flash of light and a loud crack echoed through the forest. Then I saw you wrestling the Kobold.”

“Oh ho! So there are others out there just like me? Summoned by your Gods to save your world,” Dumog puffed his chest out.

“From time to time there are people who claim to be from Earth, just like you did.”

“So where might I meet my fellow comrades?” he asked

“I don’t think you’d be able to meet any of them,” she looked beyond the trees, searching for the best possible route. “And stop talking like that, it’s starting to get annoying.”

“What do you mean I won’t meet them?” he blushed, he didn’t think his act was obvious.

“They all usually die within the week. From getting killed by trying to kill everything that moved, or catching whatever diseases they don’t have immunity from,” she found her route. “You should probably visit a doctor the first chance you get.”

“Wait, so do I get powers or not?” his priorities were showing.

“I don’t know, you can check with a mage in any town if you really want to know,” she sighed.

“Yes! There’s magic in this world? Can you bring me to a town? Quickly we need to go! I need to know if I have magic,” he squealed in excitement.

“Sure,” she stood up and started stretching.

“I wonder what kind of magic I have. Can I shoot out fire?” he waved his arms around. “No, maybe telekinesis,” Dumog squinted his eyes and placed two fingers on his right temple. In the middle of his concentration he started making noises from his focus. He gave himself a light headache. “Why are you looking around like that?” he was panting.

“Run towards the direction I throw my spear. Just straight ahead, don’t stop for anything.”

A crude arrow landed next to his foot, making him hop up in the air. Amihan chucked her spear with a force that Dumog couldn’t believe was humanly possible. His adrenaline kicked in and he sprinted into the treeline.

Dumog saw where her spear landed. Buried in the chest of a kobold, twice the size of the one he killed. It seemed a few inches shorter than him, but under its rough iron armor were muscles he could never achieve. He sped past the corpse.

He could hear screeching and heavy thumping behind him, it was gaining on him. Dumog didn’t care what happened to his savior, he sprinted through the forest. Suddenly, he felt a hot and moist sensation from his neck which caused him to duck.

Teeth against teeth clashed together as something above him tried to chomp on his neck. A common occurrence in this new world it seemed. Trying to stand up without stable footing caused him to fall and roll forward. He came face to face to a wolf-like creature, it was far too ugly and much larger than a wolf. It was a Warg.

It tried to take his head off a second time. Dumog rolled backwards, which revealed a Kobold riding the Warg. He rolled to the left, letting the Kobold's javelin sink into the ground.

The pair’s attacks were relentless as he just kept rolling and dodging in awkward, unnatural ways. They seemed to have some form of communication or connection as they synchronized their attacks better.

He started to think it was the luckiest he’s ever been as none of their attacks landed. Though as soon as that thought crossed his mind the pair stopped their assault to observe him. Dumog thought they were playing mind games so he continued rolling away.

Dumog managed to roll into a raging river. He could barely stay afloat as the water pounded him from all directions and smashed him into rocks. His back hit a significantly large boulder, which did stop him from going down the river some more. But he was now in a position to get waterboarded naturally and periodically. Slowly, he was drowning.