The silhouette of a man stood atop of a cliff looking down at his wife's grave, crying.
He knew she could have been saved.
But it was his own fault that she died, if only he hadn't gone after that rabid wolf that attacked their home.
Yet here he was, if front of her grave crying like the failure he was.
He wiped his tears away and told himself that he'd end up the same if he didn't continue being strong.
The man turned around and unsheathed his Katana and saw that they were here.
He swore under his breath and stood in his signature stance and readied himself for their onslaught.
The leader of the pack stayed behind as his minions growled and ran forth.
The man slashed the first monster with ease but knew he couldn't handle a pack this big for long.
Now there were three coming at him from all sides, the one on the left struck first but the man ducked and stabbed the beasts underbelly, the last two attacked together but the man recovered quickly and side-stepped out of the way and stabbed both of them like a kebab.
The leader howled and the rest of the pack ran towards the man.
Now he was screwed, the man looked for an opening that he could get through in the pack but to no avail.
He sighed and pulled his second Katana out and now stood in a new stance that he had just made up on the spot.
The pack drew closer and he stood there ready for them, the first wave attacked.
The man used one of his Katanas to pole vault over the first wave and run straight towards their leader.
Realising that the man was no longer in front of them the first wave growls and turns around to close in on the man again.
The man was breathing heavily as he heard the first wave growl, signaling that they were coming back towards him.
He yelled and ran faster towards the leader with the first wave just on his tail.
He slashed at the leader but it dodged and sent the man flying with its own attack.
The man winced in pain and spun his head around quickly to see the first wave about to be upon him.
He dive rolled sideways away from the group and swung his katana's at them in a desperate manner.
His attack struck one but the rest kept coming.
The man stood up and held his katana's in a defensive stance as the wolves attacked.
The pack attacked and so did the man, he managed to decapitate two wolves and slash one other's under-belly.
But there was still at least five to go...wait...where did the leader go?
The man felt a coldness on his back as he thought of the pack leader.
And after the coldness came, so did the warm liquid and a stinging sensation.
He dropped to his knees and felt light-headed and dizzy.
The man fell on his face as he bled out profusely.
He heard some gunshots and looked up to see his son.
His son was an almost exact replica of himself except he wielded two katanas like him but they had shotguns in built in them.
The man smiled as his son brought the rest of the pack to their knees.
The man wished he was as smart as his son, with all his 'modern' weapons and gear.
He chuckled at himself for ever doubting his son...and then...he blacked out.
The son looked down at his father and stood over him without expression.
He took the katana's and cut himself with one of them and allowed his blood to drip on the ground.
The son looked down at his father and then picked him up with weapons at his side, and then walked away.
A/N: Meh, not the best but I tried :P
