Second lost, blooming frustrations

[18:59] Upon seeing the demon emerged from the trees, Terrans eyes widen. The pugilist quickly realized the nature of the monster in front of him. Terran channeled his mana into his feet hopping back a few yards. He shifted his feet shoulder-width apart as he raised his arms into his combat stance.

"I don't know what you're doing here monster but I'm not easy prey!"

Terran began to focus his mana causing tendrils of energy to cloak his form whipping the air around him.
(Terran)

[19:06] Mors had stumbled into the lower fields of Osrona looking for food, gnawing on the corpse of a boar, red crimson eyes peered up at the young pugilist. The stench of death and blood reeking from it as it stood and towered over the man and the nearby trees.

"Easy prey..." It grinned supernaturally, rows of bloodied teeth growing from it's maw. "Yes..."

Earth trembled around it and corpses and rot swarmed the area, occult magic commanding the ash and left overs of the dead.

"I'll bury you after I eat what I want." The disgustingly lazy and mocking telepathic voice continued, sounding like the chorus of dead souls and sickly animals. "Why not just lay down and die, fighting is so troublesome."
(Mors Gloria)

[19:11] ** Mors Gloria has inflicted an injury upon Terran. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[19:20] The wolf was ferocious, the ground and shadows working in it's favor grabbing at the pugilist as they fought, taking them off guard for the wolf to rip at their flesh and knock them into blasts of magic. After downing them, the wolf walked up and started to tear at the flesh of the man long before he was close to dead or running away, tossing a chunk in the air a gnawing at it in their mouth, a moment given for the man to get away if he took it.

"Flesh..." The haunting voices moaned. "Come back and let me eat you!" They shouted after him, taunting him with screams of the innocents and children. "I'll just eat someone else!"

It tore into laughter voiced by the dead as the man ran off, mocking him and his efforts.

"Only death will bring you honor bug!"
(Mors Gloria)

[19:24] Terran winced in pain as he beast bit into his flesh, the Terran focused his mana into the wound as he slowed the bleeding using time magic. Terran saw that the beast was busy chewing on the piece of Terran it had ripped from his body. Fortunately for the young magi adrenaline coursed through his body. He channeled his mana into his legs and used this as a chance to escape running from this place.

'I have to escape....'

Terran was upset with himself again he had lost to a foe and again due to dumb luck he had survived. Terran cursed himself, he cursed his own weakness, he wanted to- no he needed to become stronger.
(Terran)