While Musalis got up, she tried to get an overview over the situation. It was the middle of the battle, but she had fought enough of them to get an impression of a situation fast. Her opponent seemed familiar - from the King of Darkness Tournament, if she wasn't mistaken. Had he come to get revenge? Or to finish the job and kill her? Musalis was a bit hazy on the details of the Tournament, most of it had devolved into her trying to stay alive at any cost while doing as manage damage as possible. Musalis stopped that line of thought, she didn't have the time to consider the past. Her gaze took in the wolf on the rubble, and noted it as a threat. However, it didn't seem to move, so it wasn't registered as an immediate threat, and she focused on the opponent before her instead. She was now on her feet again, and he was holding an empty hand towards her... crap.
No weapon but an aggressive stance meant magic or some other similar force. Those were always annoying to fight against, especially since they tended to be ranged, and you didn't have the warning of an attack that swinging a weapon gave you. Anybody new to fighting could easily mistake this for a strange gesture, and look at it curiously. Musalis, instead, dove to her side, hoping to avoid the attack if it was a beam. That was the other annoying thing about ethereal forces. You never knew what form the attack would take. This problem was illustrated quite well when she was hit despite her evasive manoeuvre. A wave of force slammed into her, and pushed her with it, as if she were a leaf caught in the wind. Unlike a leaf, however, she fell quickly to the ground again once the wave was past her.
Lying on the ground, Musalis groaned. Her entire body was aching, and she was hoping that nothing had broken. Standing up seemed like an unsurmountable problem - and what for? She'd just get knocked down again. Musalis focused, and squashed the feeling of defeat. She didn't have time for that, or for the pain. This was a battle, and if she wanted to survive, she needed to fight, not lay on the ground as an easy target.
Musalis winced as she got up on sore feet. Most of the intense pain of the initial shock and impact was started to subside into a dull ache. Musalis looked around, slightly confused. Why exactly was she hurt? She could only remember the brief moment of pain, filling her entire mind, pushing out anything else. Before that... nothing. Had the pain messed with her memory?
Finishing to scan her surroundings, Musalis concluded that the wolf was probably what had hurt her. She was tempted to attack it in retaliation immediatly, but... well, with her lapse in memory, it was probably a good idea to wait for a few moments to be sure that she understood the situation correctly. For instance, was the other person on the street on her side in the fight against the wolf? Or was he an innocent bystander, unable to defend himself? That could be quite important for the future plans she'd make in this battle.
Why was she even attacked by a wolf? The last she could remember - before becoming aware of the intense pain - was... walking towards a village? Which was probably the village she was in now. And then she'd stopped, and...
The Past wrote:
Musalis was walking towards through some ill-kept fields towards a town. She was whistling to herself, some old tune whose words had been long lost. Soon, she reached a very weatherworn sign where the name of the town should have been; but constant pressure from the elements had made it unreadable. Musalis stopped.
"I think this should be a good place to do this...", she said to thin air, "Ahem. Dear future me. I am now venturing out into this town, where people apparently loose all there memories of the time they spend inside it. At least that's what the book I read claimed. I am quite certain that it is only silly superstition. But, in case the book is right, this message to myself. Uhmmm... yeah, I guess that's it."
Musalis slowly continued walking.
"Oh, and I almost forgot.", she said to herself, "In case this works, I absolutely have to remember to..."
after which the memory faded, and the next things she could remember was the intense pain. No information on why a wolf would attack her or what it was doing in the village. Or maybe the wolf hadn't even attacked her, maybe she had attacked it? Yes, that made sense - a wolf in the village would scare the villagers, which would explain why there was nobody else on the streets. And so they had probably hired her to get rid of it. Fighting a wolf was well within her capabilities, so she'd probably accepted. Which only begged the question for why she was apparently loosing. Maybe there was more to this wolf than it looked like. She would have to be careful.