Isekai Rohan

"ATTACK! ATTACK!" Alex commanded his party. Rushing head first into the fray. I'm unsure whether that's bravery or or stupidity at this current point of time. However, I will be sure to watch closely and learn how adventurers fight. My eyes glimmering with expectations I eagerly try to widen my peripheral vision and absorb as much as I can. "Mel! you stay with the little ones!" 

[Varg: Lvl 5]  [ Varg: lvl 6]  [Varg: lvl 6] None higher than 6, this will be a walk in the park for Alex who's lvl 20 huh.

Alex now embedded deep into the fray, had found himself surrounded by a pack of Vargs. The pack eager to feast upon human meat lunged towards him. Fuck, my heart is racing. I've seen enough action movies to know I'm somewhat rooting for this guy. Dressed in only what seemed to be leather armour, jumping into the danger zone like that, what tomfoolery is this!?

"Save some for us lead!" Emmanuel and Colem brazenly barged through the pack. The trio then proceeded to angrily attack. Their swordsmanship was crude. Well, that is if I compare their attacks with the swordfights I've seen in medieval movies. I glanced to my left to find Mel simply standing there, arms crossed under her bosom with a smirk on her face.

"Free EXP, I can't complain." I heard her murmur to herself. "Free INFO, I also can't complain." I thought to myself. I guess being in a party provides shared experience on kills? I'll have to confirm this when I can. A shame my status doesn't reveal EXP%. Upon returning my focus to the fight, or should I say brawl... Why are they punching the vargs?

It seems the vargs are somewhat smart enough to use tactics. Whilst one varg used his teeth to bite and hold the sword, another would attack. Although now that I see it, the three musketeers have already slain quite the number.

"Lady Mel! Lady Mel HELP!" Clam shouted. Mel and I turned to see a few straggler vargs who deemed the trio to be too dangerous, and correctly chose to attack us, the children. Smart, I like it.

"Tch!" Mel brushed past Clam and Goons, immediately springing into action. A singular varg hidden in the side-lines decided to join the fight. 

[Varg Patriarch: lvl 10] Oh fuck me. I glanced down, A small dagger in my hand. [Bronze dagger] I glanced to Clam and Goons, I notice the dark wet patches around their crotches and also their daggers in which they've yet to unsheathe.

[Clam: Lvl 1]  [Benny: Lvl 1]  [Gary: Lvl 1] 

I glanced back towards my hands to find them shaking. My pants are still dry though. Nice. Dear me, hero complex please do not fucking kick in right now. I swear to sweet baby J- 

It was at that moment, I found myself falling forward. As I tripped and fell, I turn to see a wide grin upon Clam's face. His hands stretched outwards. Ah, I see. He pushed me. The varg happy to receive the free meal lunged. In my attempts to get up, instead of chomping down on my head the varg patriarch ruthlessly bit him my rucksack. My sleeping bag now tangled within his maw the varg aggressively backpedalled back towards the treeline. I tried to stab at the beast with my flimsy dagger, but in my haste I only managed to further damage my sleeping bag.

Finally, after both beast and man ruthlessly attacked the innocent sleeping bag, it ripped apart at the steams. Now freed, I scrambled to my feet and bravely faced the mighty beast!