Post by vermilition on Jan 9, 2007 12:12:23 GMT -5
John ducked behind a frost coated log, he dropped a few inches into the snow. He looked down at the gash in his leg. It trickled blood down his white hunting trousers. He grunted as he tried to get up again but he fell back, but that was a good thing, several rocks and spears flew past the log he was hiding behind. He muttered a curse to his pursuers before dashing of too his right, behind a small clump of trees, all the while his miniature assailants piled through the trees.
They came screaming through, one of them fell into an icy puddle and was trodden on by his companions, he twitched and then went silent.
John turned and put a bullet through the blue skinned crowd. One fell from the initial wound whilst another caught the ricochet on his shoulder. A smile cracked on his face as he sprinted the next 100meters.
It was a dumb idea, going into that abandoned village, now he knew why it was abandoned. He found the first of these creatures on top of a roof, just as it called out he had put a bullet through its throat, but it was too late. The whole place was swarming, somehow a bomb went of and took out 5 of the runts. But this final ten had been chasing him for about five minutes. John took a guess that they could go on for a while longer.
He couldn't.
A small building was in the distance, 200 meters or less.
John moved a little faster, the shouts of the little people getting louder as they moved closer. He made it too the building with about 50 meters between him and the Earthen Drus. Who never seemed to give up in they're blood hunts.
He emptied his clip onto the unsuspecting crowd, two more falling to the bullets.
He spun around too find something, anything, to defend himself with.
A hammer, a sledge hammer.
A silver head atop a wooden handle.
Perfect.
He picked it up and turned to face the eight man mob.
The largest was in the middle, with two slightly larger ones on each flank, one bleeding heavily from a shoulder wound. He cursed a last time before the first one reached him, he slammed the metal through the blue skinned skull of the beast. The blood splatter was incredible, some went onto John’s face whilst his clothes received a wash of black and purple goo.
John struck another one of the creatures with the handle of the hammer, breaking the jaw of one of the tiny humanoids.
John kicked out and struck another Earthen Drus while he brought the hammer up to strike another, the beady deep set eyes of the creature watching with amazement as the silver came down and went through its head with a sickening crunch.
John felt a great pain in his leg, one of the creatures had rammed a crude knife into his leg, he roared in pain and smashed the little thing's head in with the handle, it staggered backwards, bleeding from its flat nose, and several cuts on it's face.
John swung the hammer underarm and connected the head with the creatures chest, it flew ten feet before falling into a pile of snow, where it twitched and fell silent.
John turned to face the remaining crowd of Earthen Drus.
They seemed slightly hesitant now, he had killed five, and left five in wonder as too what too do now, but the largest and his two body guards remained. They seemed even more terrifying when they were close.
Panting he raised the hammer, it was heavy and was beginning to make his shoulders ache.
One of the larger beasts kicked a small one forward. It squealed as the hammer slammed through its skull. But the Earthen Drus had expected that and pounced on John as his shoulders lowered. They stabbed his arms which immediately began bleeding, staining his white clothes red, he roared again, and swung the hammer in a wide circle, hitting all the creatures. He brought himself up and looked around.
The remaining little one had died, it was the first to be hit and took the brunt of the blow.
One of the body guards seemed too be lifeless three feet from John and the other was wailing in pain and looking at its broken leg with disgust.
The only one left was the leader....
John squared up to the creature, its muscular body seemed to tense with excitement.
The kill was all that this beast lived for, that might be John undoing. He took the hammer again, in both hands, his shoulders roaring at him to put the hammer down and let this creature win.
No.
The thoughts attacked him now, more vicious than the little beast before him. John fought the thoughts back, he was now twitching with anger at his mind. He wanted the voices to stop.
Suddenly a large growl came crashing out of the forest.
Followed soon after by the owner.
A Tither, a gigantic Tiger of pure black fur, ripped through the forest and landed on the little man beast, it began to devour the little man like thing, taking large chunks, the poor thing didn't have time to scream.
It got up from its meal a few seconds later, John hadn't moved an inch, he was to afraid.
The Tither began to sniff the air, it growled in satisfaction.
More meat, it began to chew at the corpses, it was odd to see a creature, so powerful and majestic, unafraid too be humbled to eating scraps.
Five minutes later it moved away, blood thick on its furry lips. The ground and the snow was tainted by the blood, giant red patched marked the travels of the Tither.
John hadn't moved an inch, in sheer terror he had frozen, his heart beating twice as fast as normal he began to relax as he watched the Tither go, back the way it had came, leaving John alone with the shanty hut and the stench of death alone in the cold.
They came screaming through, one of them fell into an icy puddle and was trodden on by his companions, he twitched and then went silent.
John turned and put a bullet through the blue skinned crowd. One fell from the initial wound whilst another caught the ricochet on his shoulder. A smile cracked on his face as he sprinted the next 100meters.
It was a dumb idea, going into that abandoned village, now he knew why it was abandoned. He found the first of these creatures on top of a roof, just as it called out he had put a bullet through its throat, but it was too late. The whole place was swarming, somehow a bomb went of and took out 5 of the runts. But this final ten had been chasing him for about five minutes. John took a guess that they could go on for a while longer.
He couldn't.
A small building was in the distance, 200 meters or less.
John moved a little faster, the shouts of the little people getting louder as they moved closer. He made it too the building with about 50 meters between him and the Earthen Drus. Who never seemed to give up in they're blood hunts.
He emptied his clip onto the unsuspecting crowd, two more falling to the bullets.
He spun around too find something, anything, to defend himself with.
A hammer, a sledge hammer.
A silver head atop a wooden handle.
Perfect.
He picked it up and turned to face the eight man mob.
The largest was in the middle, with two slightly larger ones on each flank, one bleeding heavily from a shoulder wound. He cursed a last time before the first one reached him, he slammed the metal through the blue skinned skull of the beast. The blood splatter was incredible, some went onto John’s face whilst his clothes received a wash of black and purple goo.
John struck another one of the creatures with the handle of the hammer, breaking the jaw of one of the tiny humanoids.
John kicked out and struck another Earthen Drus while he brought the hammer up to strike another, the beady deep set eyes of the creature watching with amazement as the silver came down and went through its head with a sickening crunch.
John felt a great pain in his leg, one of the creatures had rammed a crude knife into his leg, he roared in pain and smashed the little thing's head in with the handle, it staggered backwards, bleeding from its flat nose, and several cuts on it's face.
John swung the hammer underarm and connected the head with the creatures chest, it flew ten feet before falling into a pile of snow, where it twitched and fell silent.
John turned to face the remaining crowd of Earthen Drus.
They seemed slightly hesitant now, he had killed five, and left five in wonder as too what too do now, but the largest and his two body guards remained. They seemed even more terrifying when they were close.
Panting he raised the hammer, it was heavy and was beginning to make his shoulders ache.
One of the larger beasts kicked a small one forward. It squealed as the hammer slammed through its skull. But the Earthen Drus had expected that and pounced on John as his shoulders lowered. They stabbed his arms which immediately began bleeding, staining his white clothes red, he roared again, and swung the hammer in a wide circle, hitting all the creatures. He brought himself up and looked around.
The remaining little one had died, it was the first to be hit and took the brunt of the blow.
One of the body guards seemed too be lifeless three feet from John and the other was wailing in pain and looking at its broken leg with disgust.
The only one left was the leader....
John squared up to the creature, its muscular body seemed to tense with excitement.
The kill was all that this beast lived for, that might be John undoing. He took the hammer again, in both hands, his shoulders roaring at him to put the hammer down and let this creature win.
No.
The thoughts attacked him now, more vicious than the little beast before him. John fought the thoughts back, he was now twitching with anger at his mind. He wanted the voices to stop.
Suddenly a large growl came crashing out of the forest.
Followed soon after by the owner.
A Tither, a gigantic Tiger of pure black fur, ripped through the forest and landed on the little man beast, it began to devour the little man like thing, taking large chunks, the poor thing didn't have time to scream.
It got up from its meal a few seconds later, John hadn't moved an inch, he was to afraid.
The Tither began to sniff the air, it growled in satisfaction.
More meat, it began to chew at the corpses, it was odd to see a creature, so powerful and majestic, unafraid too be humbled to eating scraps.
Five minutes later it moved away, blood thick on its furry lips. The ground and the snow was tainted by the blood, giant red patched marked the travels of the Tither.
John hadn't moved an inch, in sheer terror he had frozen, his heart beating twice as fast as normal he began to relax as he watched the Tither go, back the way it had came, leaving John alone with the shanty hut and the stench of death alone in the cold.
