Will of Man - Part Five Read Free Page B

from the plane, so they could surround me, and get me.
    I held my spear upward and ready to throw if needed. I wanted to remind the wolves what getting hit by the spear felt like.
    As I got closer to the fence, I heard a snap of a twig. I stopped and stood still, slowly looking around. When I turned to my left, I saw the first wolf. Then another approached slowly from the right, then another two from behind. And then the biggest one slowly crept at me from the front.
    My heart stopped and I froze with fear. Triathlons can’t prepare me for this. If I get in trouble during a race, I can stop and ask for help. There was no race volunteer, or life guard around to help. I was on my own, so I did the only thing I know how to do, I RAN!
    I ran straight for the biggest wolf in front of me with my teeth glaring and spear leading the way. The wolf leaped forward and ran toward me. I had about fifty yards to go to the fence. The big wolf and I met head on. I thrust my spear at him and jabbed it in the wolfe’s face.
    My spear head scraped across the left eye of the wolf and cut him deeply. The wolf yelped and fell onto its side. The other wolves closed in and one leaped at me through the air on my right side. I grasped my spear with both hands and swung it like a baseball bat, striking the wolf in midair.
    The wolf was heavy, and I wasn’t able to keep it away from me, but the spear strike was enough to keep it from biting into me, and I was able to dodge that particular wolf.
    I ran hard and between trees. The wolves closed in and it was just a matter of steps before they had me. I saw a tree branch hanging, and I leapt for it. With one hand, I was able to snag it. Then with the other hand I quickly pulled myself up. I had to drop my spear, but I had the rope end of it tied around my wrist to retrieve it.
    One of the wolves caught me by the shoe and began pulling me down. Then another grabbed my other foot and together they pulled me to the ground.
    I fell with a hard thump. I quickly grabbed the knife I took off the dead soldier and thrust it up and into the belly of one of the wolves. Blood shot everywhere.
    The other wolf bit down hard on my shoulder.
    Luckily my shoulder strap of my backpack took most the damage. I pulled the knife from the one wolf and jabbed it into the neck of the other. They pulled away and ran into the woods.
    I glanced at the fence, and without hesitation, I ran to it. With a knife clasped in one hand and my spear dragging behind me, I ran as hard as I could across the wooded terrain.
    I was ten yards from the fence and making ground when my dragging spear caught on a stump and yanked me back and onto my side. In my peripheral vision I could see the remaining wolves coming. I picked myself up, grabbed my spear, lifted it up and let it fly. I stuck the closest wolf dead center in the chest. It fell to the ground and rolled a few feet.
    Again I ran to the fence, only to reach it and begin climbing. As I threw myself over the fence, the wolves jumped at me, but were stopped by the fence.
    I sat on the other side staring at the snarling wolves. I couldn’t believe I made it. We sat there staring at each other. The fence is a good eight feet high, so I don’t have to worry about them jumping it.
    I stood up and pulled my spear over the top of the fence. One of the wolves crept up to the fence. It seemed to be saying, “We’ll get you. You can run, but eventually we’ll get you.”
    I stared the wolf in the eyes and slowly pulled my spear up to the wolf’s neck. I rested the spear end on the fence.
    “YOU LOSE!” I yelled as I thrust the spear into the neck of the wolf. The wolf collapsed to the ground. I pulled my spear back and thrust it again through the fence and into the fallen wolf. I must have hit a vital spot, because it seemed paralyzed. I pulled my spear back again and stuck it into the wolf repeatedly. The wolf died there in front of me and I held my spear up and over my head in