A Lone Knight's Bounty

It has 3 minutes and The Knights tongue has run dry from whistling miserably, not even a mile done and The Knight wants to give up.

Hey you generic knight! stop being lazy and a get a move on darn it! We got people here waiting for an adventure and your gonna give up like that? Boo, boo I say! I bet you can't even go 20 miles!

The Knight felt slightly annoyed for some reason, he felt like had been challenged to go 20 miles and more, he was going to do it and no one would stop him. The Knight, who earlier was walking slunched over with his head looking down ready to surrender to laziness, looked up to the sky clenched his fist and pointed to the air and unknowingly, flipped off the narrator.

Wait what?

The Knight ran with all his might, 120 pounds worth of armor and equipment in a rucksack and on his body, he had gone 40 miles surprisingly! Unfortunately the running had caused him to get nauseous and throw up in his helmet, so he fainted while drowning in his vomit.

Sometime later...

The Knight had awoken in a bright room, it was a bright white room and he felt safe in it, but the walls started to collapse, the roof falling about the crush him, oh no!

The Knight really woke up, he had been slapped in the face with wolf tail, wait a minute wolf tail?

Wolves and there's 3 of them, oh God!

The Knight jumped up and readied himself, his sword unsheathed in one hand and one handing his war hammer in the other. How is this possible you ask? Because he's a flipping knight that's why!

The Wolves made the first move and pounced on him all at once, but what the wolves didn't know was that this knight was packing!

With a mighty slash, the 2 inch longer short sword cut through all three, as he swung with his sword he did the same with his hammer, making his body spin with the motion.

The fight was over and The Knight, the victor.

Dang it Knight the fight had to interesting, I mean you weren't even injured, that's not fun and dramatic for the readers!

The Knight felt like he was being called out again, like someone wanted drama or action from the fight, so with a deadpanned face The Knight walked up to the biggest wolf, skinned it, and wore it like a cape with a hood, then he pointed his sword to the around and said

"I have the power!", but because he's wearing a helmet, the only thing heard was,"MMMMM MMM MM MMMMHMMMM!" which made like no sense.

Blood started to pour out of the skinned wolf pelt and started painting his armor red.

That's gross man, clean yourself up!

Feeling like someone called him a moron for wearing a bloody pelt, The Knight turned the pelt around so the soft end was facing him and started to clean his helmet with it. All while being slightly mad, after all, someone practically told him to do it.

5 minutes later...

After cleaning himself up, The Knight made his journey once again towards Canterlot, Not realizing that a few minutes ago he was fought 2 Timber wolves and a Dire wolf. All by being watched by bug looking Eqainian*.

But there was one thing he did know, his helmet smells.