BOOM!
"No wonder it has such a weird name." Alvin landed on one of the tall oak trees and leaned against the thick bark to take a moment to calm his raging emotions, but the beast did not allow him that luxury.
Despite its leaden weight, the bull jumped and spun 180 degrees in the middle of them, shocking Alvin. A tremor ripped through the area, shaking the towering trees.
The bull glared at Alvin, its head lowered; with a few kicks to the ground, it charged at Alvin.
"So Fast—" Alvin had no time to react before the tree he was standing on was struck by the beast, destroying it in the process.
Alvin hit the ground, landed on his face, and then rolled away with a barrel-like motion. After a few rolls, he stabilized himself and stood up in a half-kneeling position.
Flexing his arms, Alvin drew twin blades from the pockets attached to his battle outfit.
The silver blades in his hands shone under the moonlight; the carving on it seemed to have come to life in his grasp.
