Chapter 7: A Warriors Rage

Sigon shook his head, clearing his blurry eyes. His forehead instantly became hot and covered in sweat. His legs where hot and sweaty and the pants stuck to his legs. His rawhide boots were almost wet with sweat. Sigon painfully opened his eyes and then immediately closed them. He was sitting 3 feet from a large fire and was strapped to a wooden post with hemp ropes. The ropes dug slightly into his wrists causing them to become tender and irritated. He was almost mad that the sedative drugs were wearing off. Thomas groaned beside him finally waking. Sigon tried to speak but it came out a croak from his dry mouth.

"I feel like I was punched in the face then thrown into hot coals. Then starved… and punched in the face." Thomas croaked. Thomas felt a fist on his stomach. He coughed and shook as the attacker continued to pummel his abdomen.

There was a gruff laugh then a deep voice. "Skinny elf say that if dumb dumby human talk Talbor should punch. Me think Talbor should hit with big sharp axe." Another gruff laugh racked Sigon's senses causing him to wince in pain.

"Where's Autumn." Sigon whispered raspily. His throat burned, and he tried to put aside the growing hunger in his belly.

"Pretty girl is behind you stupid. Don't look though. Skinny elf is behind you with rock. He say if you look then he'll hit you hard. Make you bleed. It hilarious. Skinny elf is small and weak. He not strong enough to hurt anyone." The deep voice said again. Sigon opened his eyes and was thankful that the half-orc now blocked his view of the fire.

"Really think so, you fat stupid oaf? I'll show you how I can dish out pain." Sigon felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. He felt warm blood slowly flow down his neck. His hair stuck to his head.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM OR I SWEAR!" Autumn's voice rang out. "You and all other Drow will die once the rest of my kingdom comes to my aid."

"Ohhh, so you're the princess. I was told you might be heading my way. I'm sure you'll have a high bounty for your head with the High Priest." Sigon heard the Drow step toward Autumn then he heard a scream. Sigon pulled hard on the ropes and he felt them begin to snap. The half-orc stepped back in surprise. Suddenly Sigon's wrist was free and he flew forward. His shoulder shoved the half-orc backwards into the fire. The half-orc's clothes were fairly dry and caught on fire quickly. He writhed around in the flames screaming and shouting. The spit at Sigon but it evaporated when it hit a log beside the half-orc. Sigon spun to see the Drow holding Autumn's chin up. Sigon reared his fist back and yelled at the back of the Drow's head. The Drow spun around quickly surprised that Sigon made it out of the ropes. Sigon swung forward with all his strength and felt his fist connect with the hard bones of the Drow's jaw. Sigon felt the jaw snap under his strike and the Drow fell to his knees. Sigon kicked out slamming his boot into the stomach of the dark elf. The elf puked as his diaphragm was crushed. Sigon untied Autumn while trying not to look at the pained Drow.

"Sigon, we need to leave. The half-orc just left to get help. He looked pretty beat up though so he'll be one less to fight. Our weapons are over there." Autumn said quietly untying Thomas and pointing at the pile of weapons. Sigon lifted the large sack of weapons.

"This is more equipment than we had before." Sigon said struggling to find this sword. He tossed Thomas's and Autumn's weapons at their feet. Then he strapped his sword scabbard to his back.

"The rest were my tribe's weapons." A voice said from a tree above. "I'm the prisoner you came to save, but there'll be more time to talk later. Meet on the opposite side of the camp." Sigon heard a rustle and the being was gone. Sigon grabbed a yew bow from the equipment pile and a full belt quiver along with leather glove. He fired a couple arrows at a nearby fire watching Drow scramble to arms. Then they were off to the other side of the enemy camp.