Drizzt awoke the next morning, still in his tree. He quickly glanced
around, but found that most of the orcs had left. Only a half a dozen orcs
were left in the clearing, and they were picking over the remains of the
camp, which included three dead orcs and a cooked deer. Two other sentries
were below his tree, arguing about something in orcish.
Drizzt quickly drew his scimitars, deciding what to do before he had time to reconsider it. He flipped his left scimitar around so that it was point down, then jumped lightly from the tree. He landed softly on the shoulders of the smaller sentry. Both of the orcs stopped immediately, and gaped at the dark elf that had suddenly appeared.
Drizzt quickly drove his left scimitar down into the smaller orc's collarbone, on an angle so that it pierced across his chest. Without missing a beat, he withdrew it and somersaulted over the second orc before the first could fall. Both scimitars entered the second orc's spine; one at the base of his neck and one lower so it pierced a lung. With a gurgle, the second orc fell on top of his already dead companion.
Drizzt disappeared into the trees and began to circle around the orcs still in the clearing.
One of the orcs, a deserter from the TwistTooth tribe, looked around and noticed the dead sentries, laying on each other in a pool of mixing blood. He gave a cry, and then ran to the other side of the woods. The others just stared at him, not having seen the bodies. Just as he entered the woods, a ball of blackness blotted him out from view. There came a horrible scream, and then the terrified orc's head came sailing from the globe of darkness to land at the feet of the nearest humanoids. The orcs just stared.
Drizzt climbed to the top of another tree, and waited for the stupid orcs to respond somehow to the severed head. They all still stared. Then, finally, they moved, but no in the way Drizzt had hoped. The orcs drew their weapons and formed a tight circle formation.
Damn Drizzt thought Time to improvise
He summoned another globe of darkness right in the center of the orcs' formation. Before the globe had even completed, he leapt from the tree, landing with a shoulder roll and scimitars at the ready. But the orcs didn't come out. With grudging respect, the drow rose and positioned himself in front of the globe. He released the globe, coming face to face with an orc with a pike. The startled orc hesitated. It cost it its life. The pike fell to the ground as Drizzt withdrew his scimitar. The remaining four orcs moved to surround him.
Drizzt turned to face the orc to his right, but a dagger that grazed his cheek changed his mind. He spun around, locating the orc who was already preparing to throw another dagger. He charged at the orc, swatting away the clumsy dagger that came his way. The dark elf then threw his right weapon at the orc, embedding one scimitar deep in his head. Drizzt ran over the fallen orc as he passed, retrieving his weapon. He put both weapons at the ready as the remaining three orcs watched, stunned. Then they charged, swinging their weapons with abandon. Gone was their training, now they only had savageness in mind, all they wanted was to kill this dark elf that had so decimated their ranks.
Drizzt ran forward, slipping under the guard of the center orc, the slipping a blade into his ribs. But that cost him. The orc to his right barreled into him hard, knocking him towards the other remaining orc. The second orc carried a small hammer, pillaged from a dead dwarf. With a mighty whack, he slammed Drizzt's chest, breaking a rib or two. The drow was knocked back to the other side of the clearing, lying on his back and gasping hard. Both orcs snickered and advanced slowly on the wounded drow.
Drizzt, as quickly as the pain would allow, slipped his hand into a pouch and removed an onyx figurine of a panther. Quietly, he called Guenhwyvar. The orcs exchanged glances as a black mist appeared around the drow. Then a huge panther appeared. Guenhwyvar leapt on one of the orcs, kicking and biting and roaring. That was all the hammer-wielding orc could take. He dashed through the trees, screaming. After the first orc had stopped kicking, Guenhwyvar bounded off after the other orc. She emerged a short while later and dropped the hammer at Drizzt's side. He slowly sat up and started dressing his wounds.
This is going to be a little harder than I thought Drizzt thought with a painful sigh
Drizzt quickly drew his scimitars, deciding what to do before he had time to reconsider it. He flipped his left scimitar around so that it was point down, then jumped lightly from the tree. He landed softly on the shoulders of the smaller sentry. Both of the orcs stopped immediately, and gaped at the dark elf that had suddenly appeared.
Drizzt quickly drove his left scimitar down into the smaller orc's collarbone, on an angle so that it pierced across his chest. Without missing a beat, he withdrew it and somersaulted over the second orc before the first could fall. Both scimitars entered the second orc's spine; one at the base of his neck and one lower so it pierced a lung. With a gurgle, the second orc fell on top of his already dead companion.
Drizzt disappeared into the trees and began to circle around the orcs still in the clearing.
One of the orcs, a deserter from the TwistTooth tribe, looked around and noticed the dead sentries, laying on each other in a pool of mixing blood. He gave a cry, and then ran to the other side of the woods. The others just stared at him, not having seen the bodies. Just as he entered the woods, a ball of blackness blotted him out from view. There came a horrible scream, and then the terrified orc's head came sailing from the globe of darkness to land at the feet of the nearest humanoids. The orcs just stared.
Drizzt climbed to the top of another tree, and waited for the stupid orcs to respond somehow to the severed head. They all still stared. Then, finally, they moved, but no in the way Drizzt had hoped. The orcs drew their weapons and formed a tight circle formation.
Damn Drizzt thought Time to improvise
He summoned another globe of darkness right in the center of the orcs' formation. Before the globe had even completed, he leapt from the tree, landing with a shoulder roll and scimitars at the ready. But the orcs didn't come out. With grudging respect, the drow rose and positioned himself in front of the globe. He released the globe, coming face to face with an orc with a pike. The startled orc hesitated. It cost it its life. The pike fell to the ground as Drizzt withdrew his scimitar. The remaining four orcs moved to surround him.
Drizzt turned to face the orc to his right, but a dagger that grazed his cheek changed his mind. He spun around, locating the orc who was already preparing to throw another dagger. He charged at the orc, swatting away the clumsy dagger that came his way. The dark elf then threw his right weapon at the orc, embedding one scimitar deep in his head. Drizzt ran over the fallen orc as he passed, retrieving his weapon. He put both weapons at the ready as the remaining three orcs watched, stunned. Then they charged, swinging their weapons with abandon. Gone was their training, now they only had savageness in mind, all they wanted was to kill this dark elf that had so decimated their ranks.
Drizzt ran forward, slipping under the guard of the center orc, the slipping a blade into his ribs. But that cost him. The orc to his right barreled into him hard, knocking him towards the other remaining orc. The second orc carried a small hammer, pillaged from a dead dwarf. With a mighty whack, he slammed Drizzt's chest, breaking a rib or two. The drow was knocked back to the other side of the clearing, lying on his back and gasping hard. Both orcs snickered and advanced slowly on the wounded drow.
Drizzt, as quickly as the pain would allow, slipped his hand into a pouch and removed an onyx figurine of a panther. Quietly, he called Guenhwyvar. The orcs exchanged glances as a black mist appeared around the drow. Then a huge panther appeared. Guenhwyvar leapt on one of the orcs, kicking and biting and roaring. That was all the hammer-wielding orc could take. He dashed through the trees, screaming. After the first orc had stopped kicking, Guenhwyvar bounded off after the other orc. She emerged a short while later and dropped the hammer at Drizzt's side. He slowly sat up and started dressing his wounds.
This is going to be a little harder than I thought Drizzt thought with a painful sigh