The level 93 archer knelt down and inspected the trampled mud. The tracks were fresh, and the mage he was tracking was running out of space to run. With his hunting skills, he had trapped the mage within an ever smaller area of land, and with it being in the deep wilderness, he couldn't teleport out. The tracks led into a dense thicket up ahead, just as the archer wanted them to.
"Oh yes, my friend. This little game is about to end." He creeped into the thicket with his magic longbow ready, with a rune arrow nocked and ready to fire. The underbrush and thick branches were so thick and noisy he had to creep back out and find a less dense area to enter. He found a clear area and noticed scorch marks on the sides, probably from the mage burning his way into the forest.
"You make this too easy," he whispered quietly to himself. Through this path he made his way deeper into the heart of the thicket, merely needing to glance at the scorch marks to find his way. Soon he heard heavy breathing ahead of him. Silently, he looked over a branch to find a small clearing about fifteen feet in diameter. Near the edge of this was the mage, lying lying on a stump and trying to catch his breath. The archer readied his bow and stepped forward, breaking a twig. The mage snapped his head up and looked in his direction.
"No... no!" He tore out several runes and put his hands out. "Fire blast!"
The ball of fire sped towards the archer. He dropped to his belly and launched an arrow at the mage's back thigh as he tried to run away.
"AH!" He yelped in pain and stumbled. As the archer got up, the mage weakly tried to launch another fire blast, but the archer fired again and hit him deep in the shoulder. The mage gasped and looked up as the archer pulled out his dragon dagger and slowly poisoned it.
"I admit, you almost got away."
The mage looked at him with a mixture of hate, fear, and pain.
"Please, let me live! I'll give you 20k, anything! Just please, let me li-"
With one swift motion the archer swept the dagger across the mage's throat. The mage's body stiffened and went limp.
"Sniveling coward." The archer said his thanks to Zamorak for a plentiful hunt and rummaged through the mage's pack. While taking out several law runes, the archer heard a snap behind him. He instantly stood up and aimed where the sound was.
"If you are thinking of taking my kill, then come and show yourself! You will meet the same fate as him!"
The archer saw a glint of moonlight reflecting at him off an iron helmet. "There you are." He let an arrow loose, and it caught the guy in iron straight in the visor. The underbrush exploded as the guy trashed around in pain, although the archer heard no scream. He walked up to the body and saw it was a level 12, a noob. He was dressed only in an iron full helm and iron chainbody.
"Heh, stupid noob." The archer turned around and saw a noob in full bronze staring at him on the other side of the thicket. "Another one?" He let an arrow fly and it caught the noob in the neck. The noob fell down and tried to pull it out, but it was lodged deep. He fell in a puddle of his own blood. The archer walked over and retrieved his arrow.
"I can't believe how dumb noobs are. I mean- AH!" The archer felt a hard smack on his back and fell forward. The black dragonhide took most of the blow, so we jumped up and tore out his dagger. Running at the archer was a noob with a bronze warhammer held high.
"You stupid little..." The archer threw his dagger at him and it slammed into his chest. He pulled out his dagger and looked the noob in the face to taunt him. But when their eyes met the level 93 archer, who defeated multiple PKers, who killed lesser and greater demons alike, felt true fear. The noob's eyes were pure white, with a sickly crimson lining the edges. The archer stepped back in fear.
"What the hell are you?" The archer was about to grab the mage's body and run when he was tackled from behind by three noobs, who all had the same creepy eyes.
"GET OFF OF ME!" He bellowed. He jammed the dagger in between one of the noob's ribs and twisted it. The noob wrenched back in pain and took the dagger, which was stuck in him, with him. The archer, with no good weapon at this range kicked and punched at the noobs with all his strength. Throwing the noobs off him, he ran to the thicket edge and, in panic, tried to teleport. Right when he was raising the runes, three more noobs tackled him and the runes flew out of his grip and shattered on the ground. Looking around for an escape, he saw the path he took into the thicket was spilling in more noobs. The archer screamed in pain as one noobs bit into his neck and ripped out his jugular. Blood spewed everywhere as the archer hobbled up with one hand on his neck. He limped over to the mage's body before being once again tackled to the ground. At least five dozen noobs were pouring in the thicket, all tearing at the archer's flesh.
"No! Help! AHHHHH!" The archer screamed as the noobs tore at his body. The blank, dead face of the mage he killed earlier was the last thing he ever saw.