He stared her down, like a devilish predator about to snap the neck of his prey and devour it mercilessly. It's an ironic twist, considering how she was the one who hunted the most and had the greatest experience.
She glared at him with strong hatred, yet it was easy to see the fear in her grey eyes. He looked back at her with a humored grin as if this was all a game; that killing her precious moirail is no different then striking down a imp from his planet.
That killing her will be no different either.
His cracked lips opened, some indigo blood that dried open his skin flaked off, and he softly uttered out a word. "Here kitty kitty kitty…" Suddenly, he shouted as he was determined to let the whole heavens hear his voice. "GET OVER HERE BEFORE I MOTHERFUCKING KILL YOU."
She hissed, trying to sound intimating as possible. "No! Stay away from me!" She shrieked as she tried to crawl away awkwardly, trying not to use her broken wrist.
He laughed with delight as he strolled up to her, making her tremble enough to fall. She whimpered as tears gathered up in her eyes, and attempted to shield her face with an arm.
It did little help.
He struck her stomach with a club, forceful enough to knock her some feet away. She yelled with pain, some olive colored blood shot from her mouth. He roared with laughter as he paced over to her and struck her once more, trying to hit her further away like a golf ball.
After that he just went with beating her with both clubs.
Repeatedly, he walloped and whacked at her body. Her screams brought more and more pleasure in him, and so he hits with increasing strength.
Then she stops screaming no matter how many times he struck her.
He frowned as stopped attacking her, now observing the motionless body that laid on the ground before him. She was on her side in fetal position, the bloody arm that was protecting her head drooped away from her bruised face, exposing her closed eyes. Her precious blood was making a puddle around her body, big and thick enough that he could see his reflection in it.
He saw a sickly troll, a messy hair that was more messy than usual. His carefully applied face makeup was smeared and ruined, with four deep cuts on his face. Seeping from these cuts was his indigo blood, where most of it dried up on his skin and was flaking from his movement.
He looked at once more before using his club to push her body onto her back. He examined her body as if he had never seen her in his life before.
She was a short troll, looking ever so small compared to the large trench coat she was always wearing. Her bruised face was round and chubby, adding onto her young appearance. Her hair was as messy as his own, but just more neater -perhaps the work of her picky moirail. It was mostly hidden by her blue fuzzy hat, with buttons to add on a catty look.
He frowned, feeling a bit strange. Was it guilt? That he had killed the troll seemed to be the most youngest of them all? Or was it pity?
He shook his head and reached out to brush her shirt up to her stomach, wanting to see what she was hiding under the stained black fabric. She had a nicely formed abdominals, though maybe not as well as her moirail. Feeling around her arms, he found that she some noticeable muscles even if he found some broken bones and swelling of the skin. No doubt that hunting for her food paid off.
Smiling, he seemed to have forgotten the strange feeling he had earlier. Instead, he was now humored. How strange it was that she, a skilled huntress, could not even scratch some skin off of him. It was as if he had to hurt himself for her… which he ended up doing anyway.
With a laugh he kicked her body that caused her to roll onto her stomach, faced down to the ground. He yanked the hat off of her head and wore it himself, since it was a pretty sweet hat anyway.
On his way out of the area, he pick up her fallen moirail's cracked shades and wore it too.