Chapter 2: The Followers of Agorth strikes back!?

|Evening Snow's point of view|

We came up to see a scene unfolding before us. The first little village was on Fire! I snapped my fingers and my leopard strikes out toward the path of the fire, stopping before sniffing the ground and running off to our right. I movement my head toward my friend and Ice Fire nodded without question. I have drawn my bow at this time with an arrow ready in case we would be in a battle. My Great sword sat on my back, waiting it seem, for the time when I slain with it like I used to do in the old days.

Ice Fir movement me forward as if the coast was clear, following after to notice the bridge. If my memory serves me correctly there was a Agorth-minion camp set at the very top of where the path was leading. I nodded to Ice fir and we branched out to different spots; I was far, he was near- which was go on his case since he was a warrior with a heavy hit. We both quietly and sneaky walked up to where the camp should be- but, it wasn't there. Ice Fir hold a hand to me, as if telling me to wait while he walked up more into the spot. Empty, like a ghost town, it was strange. The camp use to be cover with tons of Agorth-minions in the past of my journeys coming up here for about three times since they kept refilling it somehow. let my leopard friend sniff the area in a sneaky fashion while Ice Fir just walked around and scan... It felt like- well - it was a trap of some sources...

Just as Ice fire open the doors of the only building- I saw bolts shot through him, the heads of the bolts was showing from his back. This-This was nothing like before! How!? I leaped up, pulling the string of my bow back with the arrow. I yelled out a command and my leopard friend leaped passed the now falling body of my comrade as my leopard jump on one of the crossbow shoots. I shot my arrow and got the other one in the throat. I put my bow away and draw out my Great sword, running into the hut in rage as I swing and fought the enemy by my leopard's side...

It was dusk when all the followers of Agorth in the hut were slain, I knee down to Ice Fir's body, only to find out he was dead right then and there. I mutter some passing words for the wolf to guide him before standing up and glancing at my bloody leopard and then glance ahead to the smoke... It was only me now, to stop the raising army- or that's what it seems...