Mimir's nose lead him at least a mile away from Oak City and deeper into the forest, though he could tell that the source of the smell was only yards away. Climbing over yet another branch, Mimir would come into a clearing where dozen of flowers of all sorts were around. He could see roses, daffodils, and more types that he couldn't even name off the top of his head. As he admired the flowers, a movement in the corner of his eye would catch his attention. He turned towards the direction, but whatever it was quickly disappeared into the orange foliage.
"Damn thing found very good camouflage being orange and all." muttered Mimir as he stared at the orange flowers. He stood debating on what his next move would be. He could just try to stomp and see if whatever it was would come out, but what if it didn't scared? That would just be a waste of time. Raising his left hand, he would place it under his chin before smirking. "Yeah... I guess I could do that." Bringing his hand down from his chin, Mimir would aiming it at the flowers as he built up his mana.
A small burst of mana would erupt from his hand, travelling over the flowers, and destroying the very top of them blowing the petals into the wind. A single orange reptile was left standing at the ground and it stared at Mimir with wide eyes. He didn't even know animals as such could have such an expression on their face. Continuing to use his outstretched hand, Mimir would produce a magic seal in front of his palm. A blade of pure mana would erupt from the seal before shooting towards the reptile in a fast motion.
The poor little thing tried to avoid it, but it just wasn't fast enough. The blade sliced off its head quickly, leaving the rest of its body limp. Mimir went forward to receive the decapitated head and the body itself before beginning his journey back out of the woods. As he left the forest, he could see the sky change from the sunsetting orange to the darkness of night. He could feel the grass beneath his feet turn into cobblestone as he came out onto the streets of Oak City where the doctor stood waiting for him. Mimir would hand him his specimen, collect his loot, and be on his way to go to sleep.
WC: 415