Confessor Owen and Ferros's POV

“Confessor, are you sure the Martyr will be alright by herself?” Ferros asked.

“Yes, she's fine, if you want to feel sorry for someone let it be the mini-boss she's fighting.”

“But still shouldn’t we have stayed and fought beside her. The laws of the Inquisition say as much?”

Owen let out a heavy sigh, “Listen, Ferros your new but understand there are only three members of the Inquisition that don’t have to abide by the rules Bishop Nan, Saint Hoboken, and as you can see Martyr Roslyn.”

“That doesn't make any sense.”

“I stopped trying to make sense of this stuff a long time ago. Just roll with it. Besides, we have our own problems to deal with.”

“Huh?”

“Look around Paladin, you were so busy worrying about the Martyr, you didn’t notice that you are being hunted.”

Ferros stopped and took a second to see where exactly they were. They had already entered the forest and fought through some of the wolves they had seen but nothing out of the ordinary. The only difference he could tell off the top of his head was the temperature. It had gotten colder as they walked.

Ferros was about to ask Owen a question when a low growl broke the silence. Then out of the trees a massive white wolf emerged. Easily three times as big as the other wolves in the forest, this one also radiated an intense biting cold. It's cold blue eyes pierced through Ferros, as it circled him completely ignoring Owen.

How did he miss something this big? Ferros thought to himself, as the massive wolf took up much of the clearing, they were in. He reached for his sword as he counter circled the wolf trying to keep it in sight.

“Confessor, ready when you are.”

“Huh, oh I’m not fighting.”

“What? Why?” Ferros asked, feeling worried about their position now.

“Simple I’m not the Martyr. I’m not about to hold your hand. It's just a mini-boss you should be able to handle yourself.” Ferros looked from the wolf to the Confessor trying to figure out what part of this situation was real.

Owen held up a hand to stop Ferros from responding. “I know you're new and I know you don’t think you can handle it, but you can. Plus, it's not like I can let you die under my supervision. Nothing this dungeon can do to me could compare to the horrors she would unleash if she found out I let you die.” Owen smiled.

With a small confidence boost Ferros prepared to fight the mini-boss.

He didn’t have long to wait because as soon as his conversation with Owen ended the wolf lunged for his throat. Lucky for Ferros he saw the wolf leap and was able to dodge out of the way. Allowing him to score a glancing blow along the wolf’s hind leg. Resulting in a trickle of blood leaking from it.

The massive wolf let out another low growl, this one almost sounding like a laugh, then lunged for Ferros again. As Ferros moved his blade up to block the wolf’s fangs clashed with it this time, and it was at this moment Ferros locked eyes with his opponent and could swear it was grinning, seconds later it sent him flying backwards with its strength.

Damn this thing is strong, I can’t meet its hits head on like that, I’ll just get thrown away again. Ferros thought. There's got to be a better way to get at it.

“Arrrooo.”

The wolf howled and a numbing cold invaded Ferros' body. Bitting deep into his flesh and bones, chilling him to his core.

“Shit’ Ferros cried out as the sudden burst of cold caught him off guard causing him to lose his grip on his sword and drop it.

This was the moment the wolf waited for, he lunged again this time the claws on his forepaws extended and turned a pure white, but before it could take advantage of the weaponless human the other human who had up until this point stayed out of the fight intervened and swatted him aside.

“Well, I’ve seen just about enough. Get your weapon and get up kid. Time for us to deal with this mini-boss.” Owen stated as if it were a fact.

Ferros, still suffering from the cold, reached down to grab his weapon. With Confessor Owen actually helping he felt better. Too bad that feeling didn’t last long as a huffing sound came from the wolf's direction.

It stood on trembling legs from the blow Owen delivered. The wolf locked eyes with them and stamped its front paw into the ground, sending the snow up into the air and faded into the surroundings.

“Well, it still has a few tricks up its metaphorical sleeves, eh?” Owen chuckled. “Too bad they won’t save it. Let's go Ferros!”

“Sir”