With a small pout on his lips, Asher carries on in the forest to find his REAL mark. This time he’ll check the wool…
It took another three hours of silently stalking through and forest and two missed calls with more of those ewe hoards, but peering from behind a bush in a rockier and cliffy part of the forest lay what Asher is sure is the ram he was looking for. For one, its fluffy coat took up about 90% of its appearance, even fluffier than the ewes, and positively gleamed with shiny-ness. For another it was huge (about 8 feet tall) and mean-looking, worthy of the shopkeeper’s description. Wiggling his butt in anticipation a bit, Asher prepares to leap. When it gets near Asher does so from a cliff above it, this time without a yell. The beast didn’t even seem to notice him, busy eating lush grass. Ignoring the fact, it was ignoring him, Asher began to desperately stab it. Only the find that the wool was so thick that his sword barely pierced its flesh. But the Boss Ram felt it, and with a great shake flung Asher right off it. Asher landed roughly and barley rolled away in time to dodge a hoof that creaked cracks in the ground when it landed. Asher was in trouble. This beast fought more smartly than the others, and while it also tended to charge in a straight-line Asher had to do a full-body leap out of its way instead of a jump. He tried to fight back, but the one time it managed to hit him caused the slayer to cough blood. Taking cover behind a boulder, Asher had to think. Run or risk death to keep fighting. Noticing the ram getting stuck in the side of a cliff, and something about nearby, an idea came to Asher.
Waving his cape in a suicidal motion to outsiders, the ram charged at Asher, who dodged nimbly if painfully. He didn’t even look back to see if it was actually stuck, Asher just sprinted to the top of the cliff. And began to push. Boulder after boulder he pushed on top of the beast, getting more and more stuck and crushed with each weight on its wool. Taking mercy o the struggling creature Asher went down to deliver the killing blow.
It took effort, but he pushed the boulders off the beast and dragged it to the shocked elderly couple. While his blanket was being made Asher, despite his injuries, went to get the other ewe’s he killed to give to the old couple, who thanked him with an extra big fluffy blanket and more pumpkin sweets. Grinning if still in pain, Asher left the frost to head home to the Ace of Spades. Also, was it just him or did his armour feel a bit… stronger?