Wolf sat up, dazed a little from the experience he had. He was feeling better from the rest, that's for sure, but he still couldn't understand too much of what the figure really meant.
Being able to live again was good, that's for sure, but why go to the trouble of doing so many little tricks, and worse, on him? He just couldn't understand that.
The surroundings was still dark and cold, much like when he started the battle. The area was barren, thanks to the battle. Wolf took a look up to the night sky, and once again, he saw the lake's surface. Strangely enough, it looked as if it was the exact same spot he drowned, although he was very sure he moved a rather long distance away from it.
He couldn't be too bothered by it though, it was, after all, one of the many strange things that hit him over the past few weeks. As Wolf began inspecting his wounds, he noticed that things looked really strange. Too strange to be true.
No wounds could be seen inflicted on his body. Wolf could recall the slashes that occurred during the battle, but the wounds were not there either. He was not feeling any pain at all, as if no bones in his body broke. How did that happen?
What was obvious, though, was that he was drenched. A storm that occurred while he was unconscious must have been pretty long for this to occur, he thought to himself.
Wolf stood on his two feet, glancing around the surroundings, trying to figure where to go next. The barren area stretched so far that he lost track of all sense of direction, unable to tell where he came from before that.
He could however, feel that he was being pulled towards a strange force. He moved towards it, knowing that something lay ahead of him, which he definitely had to discover himself.
As he proceeded forward, he had an uncanny feeling something bad was going to happen again. After all, he already experienced a rather rough ride for a start, what could be worse?
Wolf went smack right into a strange wall. It wasn't rock solid, though. It felt as if he hit into a bubble surface. He realized that walking right through it wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. He tried to recall how he even got into the bubble in the first place, and one idea struck his mind.
After taking several steps back, Wolf began to dash straight forward towards the surface. He was sure this was going to work, just like how it did when he went chasing the figure, only that he never noticed at that time. As his speed continued to increase, he hoped that it was going to be a relatively smooth exit...
Unfortunately, it was not quite what he expected. Instead of being able to exit it like passing through air, he smashed into in once again. That was definitely more painful than the first...
He tried one more time. This time, he made sure that his claws were ready to slice through the bubble, should it be necessary. Why was it so hard to get out of it this time, anyway? He thought no further about it, and began dashing towards the "wall" again.
With his razor sharp claws on the ready, he pounced at the wall as a last attempt. He slashed at the bubble this time, and sure enough, a small hole was made. He squeezed himself through the hole, and it was obvious that he was struggling to get his whole body out of it.
He did manage to get out, but not before doing a barrel roll on the ground, and ending with smashing into the legs of someone... again.
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