Disclaimer: the characters in this fiction are purely from my account and my friends account on WOW. We don't own WOW neither do we want to. I rather we pwn the guys in there but what the heck, disclaimer is still a disclaimer
The Hunt Begins
"Now Durgana!" A white haired blood elf shouted to his tauren companion as he tried to fend off the attacks of a raging ogre in the murky jungles of Feralas. While the tauren shaman was a good eight feet tall, he was still dwarfed by the towering ogre and that made the blood elf a puny opponent. Upon hearing his friend's command, he closed his eyes and searched his inner calm. He quenched the raging fire burning through his veins, allowing the spirits of the land to enter his awareness.
"Spirits of life bringer, heed me! I beseeched you! Aid us in this quest and grant me life!" As Durgana raised his hands, a swirl of water coalesced onto his palm and became a totem that he quickly threw to the ground. "It's done!"
"Now we're talking!" The blood elf grinned at Durgana and gave a sharp whistle. "Mikael!" A sudden roar came up from the left side of the ogre and the brute was slashed with terrifying speed. The ogre was enraged and turned to the roaring lynx. With the massive brute distracted by the lynx, the blood elf moved off from combat and with quick efficient moves, he bandaged himself to stop the blood flow from overflowing. As he wrapped the various wounds, he saw the tauren charge into the fray, wielding his two deadly axes in a flurry of attacks.
As a shaman, Durgana was taught to respect the elements and the wild life around him and he knew that the power of the elements was never his to be used, only to be borrowed. He let his rage flowed through his body and allowed fire itself to surge in his weapon. It was a searing heat that he dealt and he knew it would not be long before the ogre would turn his attention to him. With a pause in combat, he raised his hands once again and called upon the elements of the earth. "I am in need elder spirit! Grant me your strength oh eldest one!" A totem once again formed in his hands and with a quick throw to the ground, he continued his assault once more. He felt his skin hardened, as if it was caked with stone and gave a feral smile.
The blood elf was badly hurt but the bandages and the healing totem assisted his recuperation. He scanned his surroundings to make sure there were no other enemies nearby and proceeded to wield his longbow. In one swift motion, he had a quiver in his right hand and limbered it upon the bow. "Focus… steady… aim…" he whispered to himself as he aimed at the ogre's one weak point; his eyes. He imagined the flame that his trainer had taught him. Look into the flame and watched its heart. There, you make your mark and focus. There, you make your kill. He whispered an arcane incantation and let the string go. It flew to the target but at the last moment, the ogre turned its head and the arrow grazed the cheek.
The ogre gave an inhuman roar, cowering the lynx that was already on the verge of collapsing under the constant barrage. Durgana managed to do a glancing blow before the club that the brute was swinging wildly struck him. The enraged ogre then turned to the blood elf hunter.
"Shit. This is not looking good…" the blood elf thought as he loaded another arrow. He searched for his focus flame and aimed at the feet. The ogre was hit by the arrow and stumbled but with battle lust coursing through his veins, he shrugged off the hit and raised his club to smash the irritant in front of him.
The hunter closed his eyes and searched for his inner beast. With a maniacal laugh, he called upon his favourite aspect; the monkey. As the club swung down, he jumped to the right and threw his bow aside. The club smashed onto ground, missing the hunter's feet by a few inches. As the large brute prepared his next swing, the blood elf unsheathed his two swords and parried the club but he was thrown nonetheless off his feet. Landing awkwardly, he tried to stand but realised that he had sprained his ankle upon the fall. As the huge shadow steadily covered him, he fumbled with his pockets to try to distract the ogre with a disengaging flare. As he grasped the device, he glanced at the ogre and realised that it was too late…
With a roar the lynx jumped onto the ogre and clawed the chest, ripping the muscles and tendons. The ogre howled in pain but managed to hold the lynx in his hands. The ogre raised his hands to smash the cat onto the ground but howled once again as he let go of the cat and tried to reach the axe embedded on his back. Durgana! The hunter smiled weakly as he saw the burly tauren raised his other axe for the killing blow.
The tauren snorted loudly and gave a long look at the hunter. Do I have to save you every time Kyrael Windblade? The tauren was shaking as he strapped his axe onto his back. Kyrael sank onto the bough of the tree that he was resting, realising that Durgana was laughing at him.
Well it worked didn't it? That's the last of them filthy stinky Gordunni. I need a bath. Kyrael lamented to the tauren who pulled the blood elf up on his feet.
Let's head back to camp o' mighty hunter, we might never know who we might come across next. The tauren suggested to the blood soaked blood elf. That got the tauren laughing again and he promptly received a knock on the head.
"Its not who that I worry about, it's what. Something is stirring the wildlife here and I like to know what it is about before I get myself deeper in this mess." Kyrael limbered the longbow, now too high strung after the fight and said, "Coming?"
"Have you ever thought of having a holiday Ky? You know, go to the sandy beaches of stranglethorn? Or maybe we could go to somewhere exotic, say… lake lordamere?" Durgana started his customary speech that always comes after a battle. Kyrael sigh and just move off with Mikael in tow.