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DrPepper
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As time went on, Vrael would see the humans all convene under a shoddy shelter. The rain grew to a outright downpour and the storm above intensified. There was a lightning flash just about every ten seconds, and the sound of thunder rolled like war drums. The setting was perfect, all seven humans sitting under a roof of branches, leaves and mud. They had no walls and the only light they had was the fire they sat circled around.
The four brothers awaited the command of their alpha. Kalum had an arrow drawn and pointed at the ground, staring at his target, a trainer with a crossbow. Two of the other trainers wielded melee weapons, one a staff and one a spear. No doubt the staff user was a mage. The four teens all had swords and shields strapped to their backs. This seemed an easy fight.
Alvran's body had already transformed into the shape of a large tiger as he roamed and stalked silently around the camp, ready to pounce on his teenage prey. Elsyne ran his hand down the flat of his blade, gauging how far he would have to stick it into the mage's back before the mage died. The over eager Lynok clenched his fists and glared at the teens. He figured he could take all of them if need be, but that wouldn't be necessary, he knew.
A well oiled machine ready to operate, the four brothers knew to leave the spear wielder to Vrael. It would be a good fight to watch, especially after he witnesses his human brothers die so quickly...
It was time...Kalum released his knocked arrow, as if flying in slow motion, Kalum could see the direct path. He saw each and every rain droplet burst as the arrow sailed right at the neck of the crossbow wielding man. There must have been some funny joke, because the men and boys all laughed right when the crossbow man died. Even the man had a smile on his face as he fell face first into the fire, dieing slowly and painfully but paralyzed instantly as the arrow pierced his spinal cord.
As soon as the man fell, Alvran leaped from the shadows and landed on one teenager, pinning him on his back. The camp screamed in terror and started drawing their weapons as Alvran ripped the teen's jugular from his neck with sharp fangs and tackled a different teen. He took this squire into this maw and thrashed him about, eventually throwing his body like a rag doll into a nearby tree. Lynok had joined in the fun too, smirking at one squire as he grabbed another squire's face and slammed it into his knee, caving the face in. The last squire swung at Lynok, like an idiot, hopping for the blade to grab flesh. Instead, Lynok's calloused hands clapped on the blade, stopping it's motion, then he roundhouse kicked the poor squire in the head, snapping his neck.
While all of this was taking place, Elsyne had darted through the shadows waiting behind the mage. He wanted the mage to be too preoccupied with casting to defend himself. Elsyne didn't have to wait long. The mage took his staff and pointed it towards Alvran, about to utter some power word, but he was stopped as a curved elven long sword pierced through his back and into his lung. The wild elf kicked the dying mage off of his blade and looked at the spear wielder who didn't even seem frightened. He actually seemed more pissed off than anything, like a barbarian filled with rage.
"He's all yours Vrael." Elsyne said as he dodged a thrust from the spear wielder. The air around the spear distorted from the strength behind the thrust. "He's actually pretty strong too," the wild elf spoke from a safe distance, chuckling all the while. The four brothers stood back and awaited the approaching duel.
The four brothers awaited the command of their alpha. Kalum had an arrow drawn and pointed at the ground, staring at his target, a trainer with a crossbow. Two of the other trainers wielded melee weapons, one a staff and one a spear. No doubt the staff user was a mage. The four teens all had swords and shields strapped to their backs. This seemed an easy fight.
Alvran's body had already transformed into the shape of a large tiger as he roamed and stalked silently around the camp, ready to pounce on his teenage prey. Elsyne ran his hand down the flat of his blade, gauging how far he would have to stick it into the mage's back before the mage died. The over eager Lynok clenched his fists and glared at the teens. He figured he could take all of them if need be, but that wouldn't be necessary, he knew.
A well oiled machine ready to operate, the four brothers knew to leave the spear wielder to Vrael. It would be a good fight to watch, especially after he witnesses his human brothers die so quickly...
It was time...Kalum released his knocked arrow, as if flying in slow motion, Kalum could see the direct path. He saw each and every rain droplet burst as the arrow sailed right at the neck of the crossbow wielding man. There must have been some funny joke, because the men and boys all laughed right when the crossbow man died. Even the man had a smile on his face as he fell face first into the fire, dieing slowly and painfully but paralyzed instantly as the arrow pierced his spinal cord.
As soon as the man fell, Alvran leaped from the shadows and landed on one teenager, pinning him on his back. The camp screamed in terror and started drawing their weapons as Alvran ripped the teen's jugular from his neck with sharp fangs and tackled a different teen. He took this squire into this maw and thrashed him about, eventually throwing his body like a rag doll into a nearby tree. Lynok had joined in the fun too, smirking at one squire as he grabbed another squire's face and slammed it into his knee, caving the face in. The last squire swung at Lynok, like an idiot, hopping for the blade to grab flesh. Instead, Lynok's calloused hands clapped on the blade, stopping it's motion, then he roundhouse kicked the poor squire in the head, snapping his neck.
While all of this was taking place, Elsyne had darted through the shadows waiting behind the mage. He wanted the mage to be too preoccupied with casting to defend himself. Elsyne didn't have to wait long. The mage took his staff and pointed it towards Alvran, about to utter some power word, but he was stopped as a curved elven long sword pierced through his back and into his lung. The wild elf kicked the dying mage off of his blade and looked at the spear wielder who didn't even seem frightened. He actually seemed more pissed off than anything, like a barbarian filled with rage.
"He's all yours Vrael." Elsyne said as he dodged a thrust from the spear wielder. The air around the spear distorted from the strength behind the thrust. "He's actually pretty strong too," the wild elf spoke from a safe distance, chuckling all the while. The four brothers stood back and awaited the approaching duel.