Richard had been expecting a fight on equal grounds if not overwhelming, considering how confident the lupin had been.

  And at first it had been a challenge.

  The amount of creatures Richard had fought up to this point that fought on 4 legs numbered many, but many required the rats to be the majority of that count. Besides that, he'd fought that weird creature with a stone in its head, and the drake, neither of which were good challengers. The drake had been pying with him and the amphibian had been beaten down before it encountered him, so the wolf was the first.

  And it was strong, using the dagger in its mouth to swing at him, while attempting to outmaneuver him, resulting in Richard being forced to go on the defensive.

  Raising legs, and shooting bolts of electricity out to force the wolf back, it slowly began becoming easier to dodge, and soon, the tables turned.

  Richard was the one who went on offensive. He didn't fly, but using his wings he was able to react better, especially since they were in a clearing bereft of trees. He used them for small dashes of speed, and to distract the wolf before delivering another scratch.

  After a certain point it stopped being a fight, and just began to become a beatdown, Why?

  well:

  Species: Lightning Dragon (Hatchling)

  Level 20/25

  Health: 338/338(+49)

  Spd: 132(+29.5)

  ATK: 147(+58)

  Mana: 200

  Def: 117(+99)

  Skills: Scratch, Glide, Screech, Appraisal(lvl 4), fireball, rock smash, spsh, vine whip, shock, icicle, stealth, heal, wind ssh, molten cws, charge, lightning pulse, static, frost fang, frost smash, book of oaths, shapeshifting, berserk rage, hyper sense, lightning spear, thunder spear volley, storm , blizzard, rockslide, fme thrower, head smash, cloud creation

  Mana circles: 0

  Points: 4000

  Skill Points: 17

  [Inventory]

  [Gacha]

  [Shop]

  Species: Gdius Lupin (fme)

  Level: 10/100

  Health: 800/1000

  Spd:80

  ATK: 150

  Silverwind showed a surprised expression as she witnessed a nearly invisible spell being casted, and yet could not understand what she was quite looking at. The spell was seemingly so far beyond her understanding, but it was understood enough for her to realize that a hatchling that age shouldn't know such things.

  "What spell did he just use Alexandria? I don't think I've ever quite seen a spell like that. Did you teach him that perhaps?" asked Silverwind. Underneath that calm exterior curiosity was bubbling curiosity, which Alexandria was all too ready to share.

  "No I didn't teach him that, supposedly Isis gave it to him." Alexandria responded, curious to see what Silverwind thought.

  The wolf's great eyebrows crinkled as she pondered. "Isis is by no means weak, but she's never been a goddess of magic." Pondered Silverwind. "Do you think she sought out the aid of a magic deity for this spell? That would be a lot of work for a random hatchling"

  Alexandria chewed the tip of her tail thoughtfully. "I thought of that at first too." Admitted Alexandria. "But it doesn't seem to be Hecate's work, and Isis has never reached out to the east before, and Odin has long hidden himself or left these nds.

  "Fascinating" commented Silverwind. "I think I see why you adopted him."

  "What, how do you know he isn't mine? Hmm? Maybe I finally found someone." jeered Alexandria.

  "Not likely, you lonely skink. Your st boyfriend left you because of your drive. None of the smart ones are anywhere within a 50 mile radius of you" deadpanned Silverwind as her tail flicked dismissively.

  "Ouch" responded Alexandria, seemingly offended.

  Huh. Well first off, interesting how its evolutionary requirement is level 100, but that might be due to a powerful bloodline.

  What really interested Richard was the fact that the speed was a lot lower than Richards. That definitely accounted for why although Smolderfang had a strong showing initially, it slowed down in the end. The initial surprise of fighting a foe who fought on legs was shocking, but eventually Richards superior speed allowed him to change the battle in his favor, especially with his speed. It probably helped as well since he had Ats providing a sizeable boost in everything.

  Speaking of Smolder,

  Richard flicked him hard in the head with his tail, causing the wolf to whimper, before being shot back by a shock.

  Smolder seemed weirdly inexperienced as a fighter, which was amusing to Richard. How had he gotten those levels? He had to have gotten them by fighting, as he at the very least had gotten that sword and dagger from somewhere.

  ... Did he just steal them?

  Thinking Richard's distracted, Smolder through the bde within his tail's grasp only for Richard to move out of the way, spping him with his tail again.

  ...Richard silently thanked the wolf for giving him a chance to practice with his tail more. He had really been underusing it apparently.

  "Auuuntie!" whined Smolderfang as he ran back into the embrace of sister Alexandria, causing Richard to be surprised, while Silverwind looked exasperated.

  "And I'm the one who spoils him?" inquired Silverwind mockingly.

  Richard was more concerned that a wolf his age would act like that.

  His age... what was his age?

  "It's alright Smolderfang, auntie Alexandria will make it all better." cooed Alexandria as she kissed Smolderfang's boo boos. At least, the closes thing. Wyrms don't have conventional lips after all.

  "Madam Silverwind, how old is Smolderfang?"

  "Four years old."

  "So he's like a child? No wonder I beat him so easily."

  Silverwind looked at him amused. "And how old are you young hatchling?" she pointed out, and Richard's mouth could only dry at that.

  "Uh, a few months old I guess." Richard admitted, realizing how silly it sounded coming from a 1 year old.

  "Don't worry about it." said Panda, flicking his tail dismissively. "The brat's only started fighting around st year. He's been sucking teet and being comfy and all that. Was a fair match, the dogs just less of a dog, and more of a puss. "

  Silverwind, twitched her ear in amusement, making no comment. "So you're the son of Ratatoskr?"

  "The one and only." as he puffed out his chest in pride.

  "You're one year old and you're already doing more than my son should be. Sadly, his aunt spoils him." She emphasized that while gring at sister Alexandria.

  Alexandria responded. "You're too harsh on him, he's only four years old."

  Silverwind snorted. " When I was his age I was hunting through the wilderness in my own."

  "You were also the wild brat who brought a dragon to your home. Your elders were less than pleased with that"

  "And look how grateful they are now. I wish my son was more willing to go wild."

  "And I wish Richard wasn't so mature. He just doesn't want any cuddles."

  "HE NEEDS TO GROW UP!"

  "NO HE DOESN'T!"

  Just like church. Old people compining about their kids. Richard sighed as he went off to hunt. At least this time he wasn't hobbling off.

  Ratatoskr is a rather annoying god to say the least.

  On his own, the squirrel isn't that dangerous, and would probably be mid-tier amongst gods at best.

  But one does not fear Ratatoskr for his strength.

  It's his fearmongering that's dangerous. No one spreads rumors quite like he does, and no one causes mass hysteria quite like he does.

  He knows how to whisper in ear of mortal, to spread vicious snder, and rumors and gossip like no other.

  He commands the screecher squirrels, as well as many of their retives. And though they're not strong, they come in contact with adventurers enough that they can spread their own thoughts, as well as his to them.

  He also has a good retionship with Nidhoggr and Veerf?lnir, contrary to the myths, and unlike him, they're very much mid-high tier gods, say nothing of Ygdrasil, who dearly loves her chatty brat.

  I happen to be good friends of both too, so should Ratatoskr ever need a favor, I'm willing to demolish a civilization or two for them.

  -Grant, messenger of Ygdrasill