The Dead Forest (Increased Orc activity due to skirmish)

[Eternal Dirge]

" Pfff....how troublesome."

It was true, Damion had little love for anyone based on their race. He had no special hatred for Orcs, nor did he particularly care for Humans despite his life being spent as one. In his experience, anyone could be anything, so why bother marking people out as something before meeting them? But these orcs, well, they were just playing around! toying with whoever it was they had pinned!

" One....*breath*...two....*breath*"

His crossbow swung around slowly, the taller orcs making for perfect targets after all. The bolt head tracked the movements of ones head, furthest from the human who Damion could see from behind. His breath stopped and the bolt flew through the air, it's passage presaged by a hissing noise before it thunked into it's target, passing into the creatures wide open mouth and snapping the head back. Damion didn't waste any time, already moving again, keeping under the cover of the bushes to reach another shooting point.

The human, however, would get a special treat in watching the orcs head begin to rot away, the once green flesh turning dim and grey as the special venoms the bolt was treated with began to work on it's body. The laughter from it, atleast, was obviously stopped, the action rather hard to do around a faintly quivering peice of wood sticking out of the back of ones head. Brown feathers stuck out from it's mouth, lips pursed around the bolt as it fell to the ground.

Damion himself cursed softly, an imperfect shot. He fitted a bolt into place, watching to see how the human would handle things now.  

[Musset]

Muse brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes.. it was getting too long again, looked like she was going to have to go back to a town and get it cut again. She couldn't help but to think that was so very annoying, traveling through forests was so much more pleasant than cities... Even if forests could have some really big and nasty creatures in them.

The little girl jumped from one tree branch to the next as she focused on the disturbance again. The big uglies normally weren't this noisy... unless they had caught someone.

She hadn't been able to help the last unfortunate soul, she had found the site well after he had ended up feeding the big uglies. These days she was content to explore the forest while avoiding the big things, the animals ha the same principal as she did.

But Musset couldn't get past what Relis had been trying to teach her before she left the Cleft. The activity meant the big uglies had found someone, perhaps someone she could help...so, true to her training the tiny girl jumped from one tree to the next until she could find the altercation.  

[Darshendros the Eternal]

A rather large, rather angry orc stomped around the orc encampment not too far away from the cave where the fighting was happening, pacing impatiently while peons worked away at chopping down trees to provide wood for fires and makeshift barricades.

"They should have returned by now," The angry orc growled, staring off into the woods. He was the leader of this particular warband, and had sent the scouts off to investigate a cave they said they had seen a camp fire coming from. They should have returned by now. He wasn't very known for his patience.

"This is only making me angrier. You, and you! Come with me!" he ordered, pointing at a pair of peons that were chopping wood nearby.

"Yes boss!" they answered, running over to him with axes in hand.

The leader and the two peons set off into the woods to check up on the late scouting party.  

[Downlow Otaku]

Login ID. . . I3ambi
Password. . . **********
Incoming Transmission. . .

As one of the remaining two made it's way closer to Nero it's head snapped back and and then it dropped to the floor, and arrow now within it's mouth and extruding out the back, he cocked his head back in sheer surprise. "What the ********> His eyes darted about the place but couldn't see anybody yet he took this oppotunity to strike down the final Orc of the Scout group, hell although Nero had been surprised he was more controlled than the obviously last and final Orc of the group. He quickly became a blur of motion, a slight whistling noise as he cut through the air with his blade. His blade began to glow a firey red and what could only be described as the roar of a motocylce engine could be heard. Then as he "reappeared" infront of the final Orc, an arc of fire with the sword was expelled from teh blade and ripepd through the orcs torso along with the sword and basically charcoaled the body.

End Transmission x x x x x x

 

[Musset]

whee Oooh, the fellow with the old hair had said a bad word! She couldn't help but to snicker very softly, it was the only sign that Musset had made it in time to see the roasted ugly going down. The other ugly apparently had eaten something or someone that didn't agree with it, or at least that was the way it looked with the arrow head poking out of the rotting head.

Big purple eyes watched the fellow with the old hair, the one that had roasted the big ugly, wondering if the fellow had intentionally provoked the fight.. or if he was just a tad crazy to be picking fights with the big uglies xp

The fellow with the crossbow was harder to make out, a skilled woodsman if she had ever seen one, he kinda reminded her of her father, only a heck of a lot taller, and more human looking.  

[Eternal Dirge]

" Well, my work here is done."

Damion slowly eased the string back down from his crossbow, the bolt held firmly in two fingers as he watched the kid with the old man hair take care of business. His attacks were good, and clean, but it seemed like a complete waste of energy, all that moving. It worked well enough though, and the elemental eased himself back behind a tree, leaning back against it as he slipped the bolt away into it's miniquiver behind his Fangs.

" Wonder what such a small band of orcs was doing out here anyways....they travel in bigger packs than this." He peeked out again, taking a quick head count of bodies. He'd never known orcs to scout, but hell if this didn't seem like just that with so few orcs laying about. Scouts meant bigger parties, and bigger parties meant trouble in his book. Damion moved back, wondering if he should warn the guy out there at all, but quickly squashed it. If he was smart, he'd either run or hide.

He stood up slowly, keeping a firm grasp on his crossbow stock before starting out again, making no attempt at stealth this time. There might be need for it later, but it was too much of a hassle now. He sniffed the air slowly, trying to filter the scents out so as to avoid further delays(despite it being his idea to help) before catching a new one. He hadn't seen any females about, but that was unmistakeably the female of SOME species.

" Frag..."

He still wasn't done yet, and now he was standing out in the relative open.  

[Darshendros the Eternal]

The band leader, Grosh, and his two peons were anything but stealthy. They crunched and snapped everything in their path as they trekked through the woods, making headway toward the cave. Grosh smelled blood in the air. Orc blood.

"RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

Grosh pulled out a pair of crude handaxes and pushed ahead of his minions, going too slow for his taste. He was following his nose now, letting his anger boil. The peons followed quickly behind him, not wanting to be punished for falling behind.  

[Downlow Otaku]

Nero turned his head as he heard the roar of a rather pissed off Orc, more superior to these grunts he and the Hunter had just finished off. By the sounds of it Nero would not get far by running, it just wouldn't boad well, considering the entire forest was swarming with the vile creatures known as Orcs. His heart began to beat faster, before it had remained normal, but up until a few moments ago Orc Grunts were the largest and most challenging thing he'd fought, although they hadn't really proven a challenge and more of an annouyance to Nero. He sighed and his sword held behind his back began to roar and once more glow like the sun, a neon like orange. Things were heating up, literally.


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[Eternal Dirge]

Noise, lots and lots of loud noises.

" Shiiiiit...."

He should never have gotten involved in this. Now they'd gone and apparently woken up the grandaddy of all ork-kind! Damion could see him from where he stood, a great big brute with red skin charging towards the kid with the sword.

" Son of a whore...."

Well now it came down to a tight decision, he could either stay and fight or run and hide and leave the kid to his own devices. Every moment he stood there was another minute he couldn't run, and the fact that he hadn't taken flight had pretty much decided it right off for him. The crossbow swung around, settling on Damion's shoulder as he forged his way through the bushes, coming to stand well out of the firey swordsmans reach.

" Hey kid, need a hand?"

He had time to walk, even with that great red brute running like he was. Time too to set his crossbow down against a tree, settling his hands on his Fangs. The increase in heat around the boy was noticable, like standing next to a fire, and increadibly enjoyable to the Hydra. His blood pumped faster as Adrenaline shot through his veins, already prepared for the coming fight.

To the boy, it would seem that no less than a hunter had come to stand beside him, a dark green tunic and lightly tanned pants his only form of clothing. Dark, almost mud, brown skin and black hair marked him as an outsider to these lands, and the gentle curve of a black mark on his neck spoke of tattoos underneath those clothes. For all that though, he moved naturally, fluidly, a serpent in the guise of a man was easily the first description to spring to mind. His peirced, pointed ears extended out of his burst of hair, gold and silver rings shimmering.

He was, after all, brother to Jormungandir of the Northern Swamp, why not be as reptilian as possible?  

[Darshendros the Eternal]

Grosh saw his dead scouts as he pushed through the woods, and the fiery boy that had slain them. He seemed to have an ally, who seemed just as insignificant to Grosh. For these pink skins to have slain his noble warriors, there was no greater offense.

"Loktor, Ogor, kill them!" Grosh yelled.

"For the Horde!"

The two peons at his side roared and charged into the area, one heading toward Nero and the other Damion. They both looked smaller than the dead scouts, wore little armor, and only wielded a hand axe for a weapon. Looks can be deceiving however, and when the boss ordered them to fight, they fought to the bitter end.

Grosh stayed back to let the peons soften them up, gripping the axes he held in each hand as his rage continued to boil. He was more heavily armored, with spaulders that looked more like claws than pieces of armor, and bulging muscles where plate didn't cover skin. He was about the ugliest orc anyone may have seen as well, which probably made him an effective, if not fearful, leader.

In the distance, war horns were being blown. Someone had heard Grosh's roar and sounded the alarm.  

[Musset]

Two against three, not great odds... but Musset figured by their previous performance that the woodsman and the fellow with the old hair could handle it... She decided she would just keep and eye on them, in case they needed a helping hand... until she heard the horn in the distance!

That noise would have made her fur stand on end, if she had fur, as it was she could feel her too long hair trying to stand on it's ends as her purple eyes focused on the really big ugly. It looked like it was in charge of this little group, and had most likely managed to alert the rest of the uglies with that annoying roar it had let out.

With a little sigh of resignation the undersized girl reached under her tan and brown shirt and pulled out a slender knife from the bolero hidden there. Too bad there was no time to set traps for the big uglies, Musset hated the thought that she might loos a knife.

It was a bad angle too, looked like she was going to have to get lower for a chance at a good toss. She knew she would need a bulls-eye or to hit an artery on something as big as the orcs to even hope to drop them!

The child took a running start down her tree branch, leaping out and away from the trunk towards the thinning spaces where she could clearly see the hulking red form. "Hia ugly!" Her free hand caught at a sturdy branch about ten feet off the ground and the little girl hung there like a flippant monkey as she grinned at Grosh xd her other hand whipping forwards as she tossed the throwing knife at the big guy's neck!

(( crying *fixes the horriible typo*))  

[Downlow Otaku]

Login ID. . . I3ambi
Password. . . **********
Incoming Transmission. . .

Nero first looked to the hunter that now stood before him, he seemed slightly different to a human, seeing as his eyes and other features made him look reptillian, that and the fact that in this world, Nero using himself as an example knew not to judge people by how they looked, seeing as his right arm only looked armored, nobody would have thought of his secrets and powers. And so he wondered what this "Man's" powers would be aside from what he had seen with the arrow, that the arrows generally aged those it hit, and that interested him. He turned his head slightly to meet this hunters eyes before speaking to him, in his usual party like tone. "Well I have two pretty good ones here myself, but you can sure as hell help out with this messed up Santa Clause." Nero said as Grawsh appeared slightly laughing at his appearence, anything intimadating didn't phase him in that sense. Stuff like this was just another challenge, and one he had to beat.

He looked around before the orcs were orded to attack it was obvious he had time to look given orcs were generally slower than humans, but by far more physically powerful, so as he looked about he saw something move about the canopy, then from a branch, hung a young girl with quite enchanting purple eyes, but that was it, they just stood out nothing else. He smiled it appeared it had originally gone from 1 vs 3, to 3 vs 3, although from what he could make out it'd soon be 3 vs X, and so they had to finish this quickly and if need be, he'll set this part of the forest a blaze or at least create a large ring of incinerating fire and heat around the initial battle ground, anything to keep the horde from jumping in. After all Orcs were not excatly honourable when it came to battle.

He then turned his attention to Grawsh and the now two running Orcs. It appeared this Grawsh was at least slightly smarter than most Orcs since, he obviously was going to use these two orcs as only a meat shield and to wear Nero and his new "Team mates" down. And so Nero's eyes flashed with excitement, he reved the mechanicle part of his blade and spoke two of his soon to be famous words. "Let's Party!"

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[Flightless Butterfly]

"Sama and his ******** wanna be hero issues."

Flutter had found that puddle in the woods that she'd been trying to find for awhile. She'd witnessed part of Sama's history unfold with the arrival of a couple angels. As happened when most people that were powerful squared off with one another, she had gone overlooked. She'd been stopped from getting involved by a chaos demon that was a 'friend' of Sama's.

Or so he claimed.

Flutter's opinion? And she had many. She thought he was a class one clinger. He hadn't come up with anything to entertain himself with, so he'd attached himself to Sama under the guise of friendship in order to see if he'd be able to get for himself that which Sama had acquired off the sweat of his balls.

One of those scrubs that hung off the side of his best friend's ride, or so the saying went.

She stepped out from behind a dead looking tree, and cursed. For a moment she thought that she'd remained in the Forest outside of the Rock Fist Dojo. Then she heard the commotion, and groaned inwardly. She'd left the calm empty forest, and entered another one in the middle of a battle royale.

Maybe no one would notice her.  

[Eternal Dirge]

" Santa.....Claws?"

Great, Nero had gone and confused the poor guy. Now all Damion could do was picture the great red Ork as a giant lobster! It was severely distracting from the ork's currently running at them, their hand axes lifted high and their voices raised in a battle cry that Damion had no hopes of understanding. Not that he wanted to, but still.

" Party....speak the Gods common man!"

His hands slid back on his hips, fingers hooking into the guards of his Fangs before yanking them free. The ivory white blades held in the light they would normally reflect, white cutouts on a dark background. They were comfortable in his hands, the tips of the blades pointing back behind him as the Hydra moved in towards his particular Ork. He'd normally wait before attacking, but this time he made an exception, stepping up when the distance was right and lifting his right leg high, knee to his chest. It looked like a spartan kick, but Damion's eyes weren't on the ork's chest.

His foot pistoned out, straight forward then down at a curve, his heel striking on the front of the creatures knee hard. His arms curled up protectively, ready to block the decending Axe with knives and flesh if need be.  

[Darshendros the Eternal]

"Hia guly!"

Grosh whipped around to see a strange little girl swinging on a branch like a monkey, hurling a knife at him! He managed to bring his arm across to swat it out of the way with the back of his gauntlet covered fist, but unfortunately for Musset, she had now drawn the angry orc's ire.

"RAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!"

Grosh stomped toward Musset, eyes blazing red with rage, whipping his axes and chopping down the trees around him with one slice as he approached her.

Meanwhile, the peons began their attack. The one coming for Nero charged in swinging his axe wildly as the swordsman ran his mouth, slashing at his chest and face. The other orc grunted in pain as his knee was blown out by Damian's kick, the axe he held up coming down to perhaps clash against the hunter's Fangs. He staggered back a step and then roared with anger, the rage slowly numbing the pain. He lunged in to swing his axe at Damian's body just as wildly as his counterpart.

Grosh chopped down the tree Musset was hanging from, swinging his other axe up high and hoping to catch her on it should she fall.

Flutter had indeed gone unnoticed, but there were more orcs on their way that might end up noticing her otherwise, but she had plenty of time to get to safety.