- -( Endeavour to keep living ) Frederick.
He's not the reckless sort, far from it actually. Always so cautious and careful, and would meticulously plan his actions and survey a situation before taking measures. Such behaviour has aided him thus far, and he doesn't see why it would fail him now. However, as keen and careful as he was there were things even he couldn't predict or know. One being that the streets of sector four at night weren't the safest place. Sleep still didn't come easy to him, and honestly his underground living conditions weren't exactly helping. So often he would simply use his time to explore, to understand this strange city, however several nights without sleep had started to affect him. He could usually go a week before he begun to feel the strain, and such irregular patterns are likely what caused his slip up in this case.
Such creatures would have caused him no problems if he were at full strength and Minerva was at her original size yet such was not the case. However, despite his depleted abilities and lack of a decent weapon, they could not take away the years of gruelling training and hard work he put into his technique. It was also surprising how much damage a wooden axe could actually do, mostly due to the force behind it he supposed. Three of the wolf like creatures caught him off guard, and it was thanks to Minerva's own keen senses that he was alerted. Mentally he berates himself for not hearing them approach, yet he's able to dismiss two despite his mistakes.
Fatigue is evident from his multitude of restless nights, and Minerva can do nought but circle his form in distress. Truly a pathetic sight to behold, to be taken out by a mere wolf, it was laughable. And though he makes to strike the swift approach of said creature despite his blurred vision and knowing he would likely fail, he needn't make contact for the beast to suddenly fall. "What?" For a split second he's highly perplexed, until unfocused eyes fall upon his saviour as it were. "F...Father?" Too surprised to even think of calling him by his name as he had back in their world. He'd been prepared to meet his end, and though he did not think his life worthless, he'd not wholly been himself as of late. Purposeless and generally disengaged from the world and the people he knew, resting for a while didn't seem like such a bad idea...
