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Jadugarr, traveling down the invisible stream towards the ocean, encountered yet another pack of wolves. Pathetically easy, no?
Well, these wolves had fur that was even scruffier than the ones before, and looked even hungrier! Jadugarr say that they even had more eyes, but then realized that there were just more wolves.
Realizing, with his combination horse/elf brain, that he would need a special battle-plan for defeating these vicious demons, he jumped into a nearby pond and waited with his eyes sticking up out of the murky water.
However, since he had performed this maneuver while they were standing a few feet away and watching him, it did not have the desired effect of making them lose track of him, and the four wolves lined up side-by-side on the banks of the pond and sat down to view the shiny helmeted head of this peculiar creature sitcking out of the water.
After discerning that the wolves were not simply staring past him, and were in fact looking at him, he decided that new tactics must be put into effect.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Jadugarr bent down slighty and picked up a wad of mud from the pond. He then returned to his somehwat standing position, never taking his eyes away from the wolves who were equally as intent on him.
And then, with a heaving and thrashing strain of muscles, he raised his arm from the water and hurled the lump of mud at the closest wolf!
The wolves sat and watched with mild interest as the small projectile sailed over their heads and splattered into the ground behind them.
Peeved, Jadugarr threw another lump of mud. This time, the silty missile landed squarely in the gut of one of the wolves, causing him to vomit unexpectedly.
Now, with the enemy weakened, it was time to strike! Jadugarr swam towards the shore, and clambered up onto the dry ground, ready to lash out the eyes of these lesser creatures!
He barreled into them, lashing from side to side as he charged triumphantly into their midst.
It was around this time that Jadugarr realized that he had forgotten to take his whip out of his pack again after throwing mud at the wolves. He had been swinging his hand about with wild strength, oblivious to the fact that there was no weapon being swung by it.
With a quick grunt of embarassment, he reached back to pull out his whip, but at that moment one of the wolves charged and he was forced to hurry his efforts. With a great pull, Jadugarr drew forth his weapon of choice from his back and squared off against the beast.
Unfortunately, he had pulled the pack off with it, and the now broken straps dangled tauntingly as he held onto the thing. But there was no time to extricate his whip from it, and so he made do with what he had and bashed the wolf's torso into bits with it.
Swinging the mighty leather container, he pummeled the other wolves as they bore down on him, splintering spines and mangling temporal mandibular joints as he went. He swung it into the head of one wolf, and shoved it back in on itself, and gave the now half inside-out wolf a closeup of its entrails.
With only one wolf left, and that one suffering from a broken spine, he dropped his pack to the ground and matter-of-factly plucked its eyes out, as though he were plucking prickle berries. He then snapped its neck, just for good measure.
After attaching the straps to each other again with a few simple knots, he took out his whip (best to keep it readily at hand) and ventured onwards.
Before he reached the ocean, however, he turned and saw the river that he had been following for several days! Oh, glorious discovery! After some though, Jadugarr decided that he was indeed ready for the battle that lay ahead, and waded into the water.
From there, he swam downstream, always on the lookout for his hated foes. If he saw them, he would not make the mistake he had made last time, and would instead trot alongside the river to catch up with them.
He would not have to venture long, it would turn out. For his water-trained eyes picked up on the shadowy movements of a longnose gar several yards ahead. He quickly leapt out onto the shore and ran alongside it, trying to find the mains school of carp these water-demons always followed.
But instead of finding a school of fish, Jadugarr saw a great cliff, as the river poured down into a ravine in a raging waterfall. With this discovery, Jadugarr was first disappointed, as there was no school of carp to battle with. But then he remembered the other fish he had seen, and a realization came to him as he stood next to the waterfall.
They cannot get away.
Letting out a massive battlecry that shook the nearby willow trees, he plunged into the water once more, and blocked off the escape that the waterfall would provide the gillnecks.
However, he had forgotten as to how powerful a current gets just at the edge of a waterfall, and was prevented from moving farther upstream, where the fish were. It was now that he noticed that the slick bancks of the river were too steep to climb out of, and that he would not be able to swim to a location where the water was high enough to allow him to get out.
Jadugarr took a moment to consider how he would get at the fish. And then, slowly, he starte to turn around to look behind him, an idea forming in his large head.
Waterfalls turn into a river again, don't they? and, looking down, Jadugarr saw that this assumption had been true. The river carried on for quite some distance, before disappearing into the mist that was rising up in front of his eyes.
With a great leap, Jadugarr went sailing over the edge of the waterfall, preparing for glorious conquests and mighty fish liver stew...
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