Mysterious Figure
Cub
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« on: November 23, 2009, 02:09:55 PM » |
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The woods where quiet. Mist snaked through the trees and under-growth. The moon cut through the tree tops, giving off small beams of light. It was cold, very cold and most of the animals where tucked up, hibernating.
The silence was cut short as a orc, sprinting, crashed through the foliage, his breath coming out in clouds of white. He was followed closely behind by what appeared to be wolves. He glanced back, slid to a halt and shook his head. He knew there was no getting away from these hunters. He could not out run the beasts. With a spit to the side he drew his axes, muttered some words as they burst into flames. He turned to slam one of his axes into a leaping worgen, severing it almost in twain. As the second worgen charged low he managed to bring his knee up, stopping the attacker in its tracks and cracking its skull. The shock of the impact sent the orc stumbiling bacwards and falling to his arse. There was snickering as the last two worgens split up, going for his flanks. He stood up slowly, taking a stance with his axes held low. He had but a second to react, both attackers darted at him, weapons flailing and jaws snapping. He ducked as a greatsword sailed over his head, sending the first attacker off balance. The orc slammed his spiked shoulder guard into the wolf and followed through, slamming it into the tree. The worgen fell lifeless at the foot of the tree. There was a howl from behind the orc and he grinned, ducking and bringing both his axes in an upward arc, decapitating the last fighter.
He took a sigh of relief and started to jog again, knowing this was but the scouting party and the rest of the bastards would be hot on his tail. He had to make it to Undercity, he had to make it back to Orgrimmar. He had to warn his friends about what was to come.
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