Against the beasts (Firkrath and Heretic King)

[Firkrath]

There are many kinds of beasts in the world. Some are tame, some are vicious. Most of the tame ones serve as food to the vicious ones, like a rabbit to a wolf.

In this particular scenario was a man named Firkrath Bomzor. He was not an animal, but a human. He could be considered above the animal, as humans were after all, descended from angels. But Firkrath did not possess the usual arrogance that came from being a pampered aristocrat. He'd lived a relatively humble life. But what was unique about him as that he was comparable to a vicious animal, as he preyed on those weaker than him. He was humble in everything else but was proud of his fighting prowess.

And today of all days was a special day. Firkrath planned on attacking some Orcs and Ogres. The beasts were known to pillage villages and attack random passersby. Recently he was offered a reward of coins should he eliminate an encampment of them. He had never owned coin before but looked forward to finally getting some. This was not an opportunity he planned to waste.

Firkrath stood by a tree, all clad in hide armor (including his head) and equipped with two large war-axes for combat. He swung them in the air as a warm up. He also had with him a pack donkey which was tied to the nearby tree that carried a pack of potions and dried meat.

He then thought that perhaps he needed a companion for this undertaking. He wasn't sure how large the group of beasts really were...

[Medievarad]

What happened down in the village however, was a surprise. From Firkrath's point of view, he could make out a small figure walking through the orcs and goblins, but they all seemed to ignore her presence completely.

Kurome smirked softly as she let her tail brush one of the orc's arms, which seemed to take notice, glancing at her to only see a but a black glimmer that dissappeared behind a tent.

So naturally, he prodded his friend and grunted they had to check it out. The orcs also dissappeared behind the test, before several squeels of pain resounded, corpses sent flying from behind the tent again.

Kurome walked out behind them, grinning, holding the massive scythe. The shaft of the polearm seemed even taller than Firkrath. And ofcourse, the entire camp went into alert.

[Firkrath]

Firkrath saw what happened from a distance. He was far far away, didn't hear any screams. But he saw what seemed to be orcs flying out of somewhere. Immediately he thought, What? Did someone get to them before me? No! Nobody ought to beat me to the punch. He started jogging to the direction where the orc encampment was.

[Medievarad]

By the time Firkrath reached the village, various corpses, both wounded and dead, littered across the scene. Whoever was killing the orcs, their wounds indicated she was quick about it. Yet at the same time, most wounds weren't fatal, as if the dark figure enjoyed toying with her prey.

An orc ran up to Firkrath, eyes wide in fear, blood smeared across his body. After several seconds, he dropped to the ground, several large needles sticking from his back.

Kurome looked up from her kill, glancing at a human that towered above her. She could only smirk softly, before taking a step back, using her glamour magic in hopes to draw Firkrath into following her.