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The enemies took knives from their pockets and ran at the intruders, without knowing who they were

facing. It was just the outbreak of a great wave of hostilities.

'Fuck yeah! This is what I was waiting for,' Dersaco hollered with contentment.

The three canines separated and confronted the opponents, manoeuvring and dodging their

maddening attacks with magnificent agility. It was very difficult to bash the shatokers in as they

teleported all the time, vanishing again and again.

Dersaco had his right cheek cut, what made him see red. Infuriated for the wound caused, he

sharpened his senses and started bounding to strike by surprise. That way, he scratched his attackers,

what gave him a considerable advantage. With bleeding wounds, his rivals could not keep moving as

before. His legs used to kick them down and then stuck his spear on their bodies. Sooner than

expected, he killed the three darned creatures.

Yeran covered herself with her axe as if it were a shield, bit them with ferocity, scratched them with

her claws and smashed them up with her fierce attacks. She soon finished them, leaving their bloodspattered bodies on the ground.

Jakso, not impressed by the abilities of his foes, contended with them in a quick bloody combat,

striking sternly to tear them to shreds. The outcome was a bloodstained scene of savage murder. The

canines had shown to be ferocious fighters, unlike usual trespassers.

'What have you done?' the leader of the shatokers said to them, shocked to have seen such brutality

in battle. 'You killed my brethren.'

'You'll be the next one, peckerface!' Dersaco told him.

'Give us the ball,' Yeran asked him.

'I think I'll have to do it myself,' the leader whispered and concentrated to unleash his inner power.

'He won't give us anything,' Jakso spoke, unfazed by the situation.

'That piece of shit wants to be killed,' Dersaco added.

'This is your last chance to give us the ball,' Yeran insisted.

'Prepare to suffer the consequences of your sinful attitude,' the shatoker raised his arms and

pronounced a spell to invert their gravity.

'What the fuck?' Dersaco said as he felt his body ascending with slowness.

'What's going on?' Yeran asked.

In a few seconds, the warriors had ascended more than forty metres high. The shatoker lowered his

arms and they fell down, hitting the ground with great force.

'Your death is compulsory.'

He drew a red-bladed sword and a lilac aura surrounded his body, determined to condemn the

intruders to anathema. Under no circumstances could he permit a group of profane defilers took the

talisman he had dedicated to his god, in honour of his infinite compassion. As the shatoker was not

afraid of dying, he went for them. He hurled himself at Yeran. Jakso intervened and stopped him

before he touched her.

'Not so fast,' he told him after having restrained his attack with his sword. With swiftness he pushed

him back and dissuaded him from touching her.

'You'll be killed first,' the shatoker told him and stepped backwards.

'We'll see.'

Jakso faced him in a rapid sword scuffle to impress Yeran with his arresting strength, making

himself conspicuous. Dersaco, dominated by the emotion of the moment, did not let him take all the

glory for himself. With his sword ready, he encroached on the battle. That shatoker was faster than the

previous ones, his skills were striking and so were his powers. Touching his body was not as easy as

they thought it would be.

Yeran picked herself up off the ground promptly. She had not hurt after the unpredicted fall.

Having a light suit of armour protected her body from hits and blows. As the males were struggling

with the adversary in a vicious clash, it was not necessary for her to interfere.

Dersaco distanced from the enemy for a moment and threw his spear at him, being so lucky to stick

it on his left foot. Walking with a limp, he could get back and use another trick. From his long sleeves,

greenish roots emerged and entangled Jakso's legs to let him still. Even being embroiled, the wolf was

not scared. The shatoker pronounced another spell and froze all his body, leaving him out of battle.

'Fucking shit!' Dersaco swore and cut the roots with his sword.

'You'll die as well.'

'I'll fucking kill you,' he shouted at him.

Before the coyote approached too much, a strong wind pushed him back and he fell down. Keeping

a magic card in his right hand, the shatoker paralysed him instantly. Jakso released his fury and broke

the ice that tightened his body, having a bluish aura over him as a sign of wrath. He soon continued

striking with majestic movements like an experimented samurai. The overcoat cloth was torn with the

continuous scratches the sword produced, the shatoker yelled out in pain when he felt his skin being

perforated by the blade. There was no other option than recede. Dersaco was able to move again as the

spell was annulated.

'There's no mercy for you,' the shatoker told the wolf, still in pain.

'Your lousy tricks don't work on me,' Jakso said to him. 'Your time has come.'

'You haven't seen my real power yet.'

'I've seen enough. You're a dreadful wizard.'

The shatoker extended both arms forwards and released a powerful luminous beam that pushed him

several metres back, strong enough to heave a black dragon. Jakso pushed the beam back and tossed it

to him, made him suffer the soreness of his own technique, which exploded like a grenade. The

shatoker had half of his body burnt. He soon fell down and remained immobile.

'You killed that prick?' Dersaco asked him.

'He was irritating.'

'I would've liked to cut him with my sword.'

'The battle is over. It's time for a confession.'

'You do that and I'll go for the ball,' he said and went to the temple.

Jakso walked back to Yeran and told her it was time to tell her the truth. She already knew what he

was going to do, except some extra details he had just added.

'We haven't finished our journey yet.'

'I can't put off the proposal. I've been waiting many weeks to do this.'

'Say what you have to say.'

'The first time was disastrous. My only goal was to make you happy, but at that time I knew so little

about you,' he introduced his long speech. 'I have changed for you. Nothing would make sense to me

without you. Your company makes me happy. Your banter, your sincerity and your philanthropy have

captivated me,' he cleared his throat and continued. 'You're the most valuable thing I have in my life.

My love for you knows no boundaries. I'm willing to do whatever to make you happy. I love you, and

even though you hate me cos of my misconduct, I'll always love you.'

'That was sweet,' she admitted.

'Eh, that's not the answer I was expecting.'

'I don't know what to say. I'm not effusive like other females. I'm sorry.'

'Don't worry! I know what you need,' he took the bangle and showed it to her.

'Is that what I think it is?' she was astonished.

'I kept this for you. I know how much you love it,' he put it on her wrist.

Yeran was very happy to have her bangle. She looked back on her infancy, her mother, her sister

and her home. Jakso was the only one who understood how valuable that piece of metal was for her.

Give her that gift during his proposal meant one simple thing: he was the chosen one. Loving him was

the only thing she could do from that time onwards.

'Thank you very much,' she said and embraced him the same way she did with her close friends.

'Oh, dear! This is the first time you hug me.'

'Is it?' she stepped backwards. 'How do you feel?'

'I couldn't feel better.'

'I'm not a loving female. It's difficult for me to express my feelings.'

'If I could change for you, you can change for me. I can't force you to love me from one day to the

other. You need time to get used to it.'

'I guess so.'

'Now comes the best part,' he mentioned. 'I have a question for you and I hope the answer is yes.'

'You don't need to do this,' she was about to blush.

He bent his right knee and took her hands. A beautiful smile decorated his face, giving him a

splendid look.

'My dear Yeran, will you marry me?'

Sighing deeply the wolfess smiled as she used to do in the past. It looked like her time to be really

happy had finally come. She was carried away when she saw him propose.

'Yes, I will.'

'I have no words to describe how happy I am right now,' he stood up and embraced her, giving her

the affection she deserved.

'I'm close to tears.'

'Don't shed tears!' he asked her. 'Everything will be fine.'

'Dersaco knows about this?'

'He helped me with the speech. I could've never done this without his help.'

'I have to thank him for that,' she stepped backwards again to have a look at her beautiful bangle.

Jakso had a gold ring at home. He preferred to give it to her after having finished the long journey.

As she had accepted his proposal, he could already consider her wife.

Dersaco had climbed the temple, took the ball, put it inside a leather bag and returned to the place

his companions were. As he was coming back, the fallen shatoker, whose skin had just regenerated,

stood up again, picked the spear that was on the ground and aimed at the wolves. Without wasting

time, he threw it at the wolves with all his strength. Dersaco saw him standing up and warned his

companions about the surprising attack. Faster than ever the coyote ran to go back. It was too late

when he realised about the peril.

Yeran was distracted looking at her bangle when the sudden spear appeared and embedded Jakso's

back. The weapon perforated his heart, killing him straightaway. He fell down on his knees and lay

down on the ground, incapable of moving. Yeran could not believe what had just befallen. She saw him

falling, and when approached him, let out a scream of agony. He had the spear sticking in his back.

'Son of a bitch!' Dersaco jumped and decapitated the shatoker in a jiffy. He continued running

towards his companions.

'What happened?' Yeran asked sobbing.

'He did this,' --he pointed at the beheaded creature. He was trying to recover his breath. 'That

fucker was still alive.'

'How could this happen? We were talking and then... '

Seeing that he did not react, the wolfess despaired as never before and burst into tears. She had seen

her only hope blow up before her. It was another traumatic experience she had to live through. Her life

was full of horrific memories that saddened her each time she harked back to her past.

'Jakso...' she sobbed, trying to awake him.

'This can't be happening... ' he whined.

He embraced the bereaved wolfess and kept her by his chest, leaving her weep bitterly. They both

were heartbroken because of the recent misfortune. The wolf's body they had to carry to bury him

once they descended the mountain.