“Foxy!”-Was what I said.

  So there are transformation skills.

  Oh right!

  “GAOOOO!!!!”-The fox roared while swinging its left front paw at me.

  “Come on! Is that the best what you can do?”-I said calmly while dodging its attack.

  Hmmm…How tall is he? 5-6 meters?

  Hooo? His hide will be a great crafting material.

  “GRAAA!”-He swung his tail attempting to hit my legs and make me trip.

  I evaded this time by jumping upwards.

  I couldn’t rebuke hers words as I was hit by foxes front right paw and was launched across the street. But I didn’t land on the other side of the street, as I flied trough a couple of houses and stopped hitting the city wall.

  “OUCH! It fucking…”-I shouted while picking myself out of the wall.-“…Wait it doesn’t hurt?”

  Huh, so armors in this world also negate pain? No I also have high endurance stat thanks to equipment.

  After that I ran back to the place of our battle. On the way didn’t encounter any living beeng, but heard screams of dying people.

  While we are on the way show me my stats.

  HOLY MOTHERFUCKING KITTY SHIT! With this I will become the strongest being in the world!!!

  Wait! You told me that with this equipment I am on the level of the hero!

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  Oh for fucks sake! My goal is still far ahead. Well whatever. Add 1500 to intellect and 500 to strength, agility and endurance.

  Show it to me, also what limit are you talking about?

  Well I am sure that it will be somewhat helpful. Well for the skill points….buy me the magic Gatling gun skill and the silent spell skill.

  Good. Oh were back! Who are these people? …I don’t like the sight of this…

  When I was back on the battle field I saw the same fox, but this time he was back to his earlier height and was standing on his hind paws again. So what is bothering me you ask? It’s that around him around 10 corpses were lying and he was covered in red bone armor.

  “So your back.”-The red fox said.-“I was sure you would, but to be totally unscratched…It’s good that I’m prepared.”

  “What the hell is that thing on you?”-Was my question.

  “This?”-He grinned.-“This is the ‘blood orchestra’, by consuming blood of 10 or so of my clans man I can obtain this ancient power.”-The grin disappeared from his face.-“Sadly I won’t live till tomorrow, but this is a small price to pay for avenging our clans…”

  “Whatever.”-I interrupted him.-“More importantly who the fuck are you?”

  “I am the captain of the guards stationed here.”-The man next to me answered.-“My name is John…”

  “Whatever. Even, if your name is John Cena.”-I grabbed him by the collar.-“Oi! Foxy! Catch!!!”

  I tossed the poor man.

  While the John Cena wannabe was still flying in direction of the red fox. I dodging every single drop of piss, sprinted in the same direction.