He walked through the village, and grabbed another of those creatures - urgles, a villager had told him they were called - by the horn, before snapping said horn off and sending it through the creatures head. The black blood splattering his armor. Wiping the substance off of his faceplate, he looked behind him, hearing the war cries of the villagers behind him.
One of urgles responded with their own, before he sped forward and punched the creatures head off its shoulders. One leaped at him from behind, swinging a large axe down at him. In response, he reached behind him, grabbing the blade of the weapon before it could hit him, and shot two rounds from his pistol into the urgles head, leaving two scorched holes in the the now dead monster.
Its brethren roared at him, swinging a large club at him. He quickly swapped out his pistol for the shotgun, and unloaded a shell into its chest, passing through what little armor it had, killing it.
Covered in black blood, the Doom Slayer rushed to the side of one of the villagers who had been knocked down by one of the larger of the urgles. He grabbed the creatures throat, before swinging it around and tossing it into the river. Reaching down, he helped the young man up.
"Thank you," the villager said.
He nodded, before rushing into battle once again.
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Eragon and Brom rode along the river's edge, when Sapphira alerted them that there was smoke and the sounds of battle coming from Yazuac.
"What do you think is going on?" Eragon asked.
Brom narrowed his gaze before answering, "I do not know. However we must hurry, they may need our help." He answered.
The two rode faster, hoping to reach the town. They soon spotted the smoke, though not enough for the town to be on fire. They also heard cracks of thunder, and the clashing of swords. They soon reached the town, finding the townspeople fending off several urgles, and an armored green giant fighting alongside them, showing great skill and immense strength, and using weapons neither had seen before.
The giant grabbed an Urgle by its arm, before ripping said arm off and kicking the Urgle to the ground. It then shot it in its head with the smaller of its two weapons, killing it. The giant continued to tear through them, not stopping for more than half a second.
"Brom… who - or what - is this?" Eragon asked, more than slightly terrified.
Brom only shivered, watching the green giant rip the last Urgles head clean off its shoulders. The villagers cheered, as not one of them had perished at the hands of their enemies. The Green giant simply shook his head, and started to walk back into the village.
Looking around the battlefield, he noticed that there were far more, and far older, corpses littering the ground. Most were Urgles, however there were many strange beasts littered among them, too mangled and destroyed for Brom to quite decipher what they were.
"Brom?" Eragon asked, trying to get his elders attention.
"What?" Brom answered, if in an irritated tone.
"Do you have any Idea who that was?" Eragon asked, ignoring his tone.
Brom didn't answer immediately, changing his view from the battlefield, to the green giant who had caused such destruction. Stretching out his mind, as all magic users could, he tried to feel the giants mind. When he made first contact with giants mind however, he recoiled in pain, feeling the absurd amount of rage in the giants mind. He only - Figuratively speaking - brushed up against his mind, and it had felt like gripping a red hot iron.
Opening his eyes, he saw the green clad giant had stopped, and was looking directly at Brom and Eragon. A bead of sweat formed on Brom's brow. The giant scared him. It terrified him, which is something that was near impossible to do.
After several agonizingly long seconds, the giant turned away from the old wizard and young dragon rider, and continued walking into the village, and out of their sight. Brom sighed, relieved that they did not have to fight such a rage filled creature.
"Oi! You there! What are ye' doin' standin' in ay' corpse field?" the two horsemen heard someone call.
Looking in the direction of the voice, they saw a woman wearing a long grey dress, with no sleeves. She was dark skinned, with shoulder length red hair. In one hand she held a makeshift wooden shield, and in the other she held a meat cleaver, most likely from the local butcher shop.
"I'm sorry ma'am, we were-" Brom started, but was soon cut off by the woman.
"Just get inside them walls, it ain't safe out 'ere, specially at night." She stated, placing her shield hand on her hip as she gestured to the walled village.
Eragon spared the woman a glance, before looking at Brom for guidance. Brom shook his head slowly, before guiding snowfire into the village, with Eragon following close behind.
Once inside the village, they saw something neither were quite expecting. Instead of the village being terrified, the women and children hiding in their homes, and the men brandishing large weapons like they had expected, the people were… happy, children ran in the street, chasing after a dog, the women chatted amongst themselves, and while the men did all carry weapons with them, there was an air of friendliness and peace over the town.
Eragon seemed more than happy to smile and wave at the villagers that greeted them, Brom was a great deal more wary of their situation. Why would the village be bustling with life the way it was if they had just fought a battle? Multiple battles even?
The two of them made their way to the inn, where they paid the stable master to watch their horses, before walking inside. At first glance, the front looked much like the front of an inn should. But as Brom looked closer, he noticed that the windows, doors, and seemingly even the walls had been reinforced.
Turning to the front counter, Brom began conversing with the bartender.
"Hello," Brom greeted, getting the bartender's attention, "I was wondering if we could rent a room for a few nights?" he asked the middle aged man.
The man nodded, before negotiating a price for housing and food for the two. Finally settling on a price, Brom and Eragon walked up to their room. It was simple, two beds, a table with a few chairs surrounding it, and a nightstand in between the beds. It was all the two of them needed.
Setting their bags on their respective beds, Brom spoke to Eragon, "What do you think of the village?" He asked.
Eragon rubbed his chin, as if deep in thought.
What do I think of the village? He thought to himself.
"They're… well, happy. Even despite the battlefield outside the walls, they seem optimistic about it all." He answered.
Brom nodded, thinking on the simplicity of the young riders answer. In truth he wasn't wrong, but Brom felt that there was something else going on about the village. Something that wasn't visible on the surface.
"What of the green giant?" Eragon asked suddenly.
Brom mulled over the question for a moment before answering, "He is dangerous, that much is certain. However he does not seem hostile for the moment." Even if he held more rage than the oldest of dragons...
Eragon nodded, before sitting next to the rooms window. Looking outside, he saw that it was turning dark.
"I suppose we might as well get some rest," he prompted, "We'll need our wits about us tomorrow."
The two retired to bed, but the second before each fell asleep, they heard an inhuman cry, quickly silenced by a strike of thunder.
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A/N: well, thats chapter 2 for ya! I told you I'd update it once a month, and while it technically been more than one month, I did manage to get it done in February!...
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