Chapter 3: Orcs' Last Night
"Find him!" Kelet demanded.
Despite orcs being well adapted to the darkness, the drow's evasive movements were completely confusing them. Another orc dropped dead. Suddenly, the small cave was fully emerged in a darkness that only those entering the realm of the dead would see in their last moments. Drizzt rolled out into the open air instantaneously after calling upon his innate drow powers.
By this time of the night the moon had risen directly above ravine, casting it's beam down to illuminate the ground. Drizzt's elven features of his face accentuated in the light made his grim visage even more menacing. That treacherous scimitar Twinkle seemed to magically appear in his gloved hand, offering him a two sword attack. Both blades glistened in the moonlight, Twinkle being a rival to the moon's resembling light.
A moment longer and the orcs managed to find their way to the exit of the cave through the impenetrable darkness. Eleven running orcs came bursting out of the cave, Kelet in the rear, enraged at their arguing allowing an attack. Upon seeing who exactly their attacker was - his white flying freely in the breeze that began to sweep through the valley - sent six of the group fleeing in fear off towards the left. Standing still, Drizzt lofted Icingdeath into the air and sent it hilt over blade through the air to embed itself in a departing orcs spinal cord. With his now free hand, the Hunter reached for his statue in his pouch. Calling softly for Guenhwyvar a black mist appeared, swirling around the drow. Five orcs stood dumbfounded while the other five continued fleeing, screaming the whole way.
600 pounds of sleek black fur took the place of the dissipating mist, coming in with a great roar. The bellow still echoing off the cliff walls, Drizzt commanded, "Hunt and kill them," then ran off. Pacing her master, Guenhwyvar obeyed and took off ahead of Drizzt when he reached the fallen, and still twitching orc. Grasping the scimitar he ripped it violently and quickly free ending the creature's misery. Both weapons in hand, the drow kept his momentum by running up the side of the cliff.
The screams of former companions, far off to their left, being raked to death with claws and a massive jaw, convinced the remaining orcs that they'd be smart not to flee. Although, a mad drow with two scimitars sharper than shards of splintered ice wasn't such an auspicious alternative either.
Their species who usually charged into battle with enthusiasm, suddenly wanted nothing more than to be miles from this drow. The thought of being able to chop his head for a prize to their King was far from their minds.
The five stood at ready though looking side-to-side truly confused by the drow's unheard of speed. They were completely unaware that their death-bringer waited above on a out-hanging rock.
"Weapons ready!" Kelet shouted with as much courage and command as possible considering their current dilemma. The three lead orcs' spear, sword, and axe got no chance to be put to use.
The Hunter swiftly dropped from above. Kicking sideways with both legs he knocked two orcs cold in accordance with slicing his scimitar through a third orcs back. A deep, yet fine line, ran from right shoulder blade to the lower left hip, blood soaking the filthy clothing. A wail of agony burst from his wretched mouth as another quick slice of the opposite scimitar sliced both legs muscles and tendons of the orc. It all happened in a matter of seconds.
A sudden burst of adrenaline forced a fourth orc raging up behind the now landed elf, hoping he'd be unsteady after that amazing feat. That optimism was soon crushed with a deft twist of the Hunter's upper body, practically slicing the orc's upper torso in two. Flipping backward over the dying orc, the dark elf managed to avoid blood splattering his armor or green cloak. Another twist of the body before landing set the drow facing the last standing orc...Kelet.
Sword and dagger in now trembling hands, Kelet tried to find that commanding voice so common to his voice-box. He had to say something threatening to this Underdark creature, the orc berated himself. Nothing came. Only a noise equivalent to a human whimper and a gulp came out as the drow stalked forward, shortening the distance between them with every bare-footed step.
A blocking sword wielded in the left hand came up to meet the coming scimitar. As the blades clang, Kelet's dagger hand was cut off at the wrist by the other scimitar. A rough shout of pain and anger escaped the orcs' tusked mouth.
"You were a coward then for running....and a coward now," the Hunter whispered in a low growling tone into the injured orcs' ear. Crossed weapons still feeling each other's metallic touch, the drow let his words sink into the rotted soul of the orc.
"Mercy..." Kelet finally managed to croak through the pain that continually sent daggers up his right arm.
A hint of Drizzt's former self broke through the haze of anger that distinguished the Hunter. It was the very poison of his normal, compassionate self. A quick movement of blades crossing in a X on the orc's throat brought his death upon quickly.
With an expressionless face the Hunter turned back around to quickly slay the two unconscious orcs. All was silent once again after the storm that was Drizzt's darker being subsided.
Guenhwyvar came strutting back to her master favoring one of her front legs. Apparently an orc managed to draw blood on the panther during the struggle before all were taken for dead. Nothing a quick rest in her home plane won't solve, Drizzt thought to himself. With a sigh he sent his only companion home, only to return was she would be needed in the next inevitable battle. Walking off silently, unscathed and very alone, Drizzt sheathed his blades. The fires of his lavender eyes dimmed for the time being....
A/N: There you go, I hoped you all enjoyed it. I tried my best to make the orcs sound realistic and I hope I didn't play the Hunter up to much, or not enough. Reviews again would be extremely helpful! Can't thank you enough for the reviews I've gotten so far!
Not quite sure where I'll take the story after this, so if you have suggestions let me know! (And Silverwolf7...I didn't go the Kelet head chopping route, but I hope his death scene was satisfying enough. hehe)
"Find him!" Kelet demanded.
Despite orcs being well adapted to the darkness, the drow's evasive movements were completely confusing them. Another orc dropped dead. Suddenly, the small cave was fully emerged in a darkness that only those entering the realm of the dead would see in their last moments. Drizzt rolled out into the open air instantaneously after calling upon his innate drow powers.
By this time of the night the moon had risen directly above ravine, casting it's beam down to illuminate the ground. Drizzt's elven features of his face accentuated in the light made his grim visage even more menacing. That treacherous scimitar Twinkle seemed to magically appear in his gloved hand, offering him a two sword attack. Both blades glistened in the moonlight, Twinkle being a rival to the moon's resembling light.
A moment longer and the orcs managed to find their way to the exit of the cave through the impenetrable darkness. Eleven running orcs came bursting out of the cave, Kelet in the rear, enraged at their arguing allowing an attack. Upon seeing who exactly their attacker was - his white flying freely in the breeze that began to sweep through the valley - sent six of the group fleeing in fear off towards the left. Standing still, Drizzt lofted Icingdeath into the air and sent it hilt over blade through the air to embed itself in a departing orcs spinal cord. With his now free hand, the Hunter reached for his statue in his pouch. Calling softly for Guenhwyvar a black mist appeared, swirling around the drow. Five orcs stood dumbfounded while the other five continued fleeing, screaming the whole way.
600 pounds of sleek black fur took the place of the dissipating mist, coming in with a great roar. The bellow still echoing off the cliff walls, Drizzt commanded, "Hunt and kill them," then ran off. Pacing her master, Guenhwyvar obeyed and took off ahead of Drizzt when he reached the fallen, and still twitching orc. Grasping the scimitar he ripped it violently and quickly free ending the creature's misery. Both weapons in hand, the drow kept his momentum by running up the side of the cliff.
The screams of former companions, far off to their left, being raked to death with claws and a massive jaw, convinced the remaining orcs that they'd be smart not to flee. Although, a mad drow with two scimitars sharper than shards of splintered ice wasn't such an auspicious alternative either.
Their species who usually charged into battle with enthusiasm, suddenly wanted nothing more than to be miles from this drow. The thought of being able to chop his head for a prize to their King was far from their minds.
The five stood at ready though looking side-to-side truly confused by the drow's unheard of speed. They were completely unaware that their death-bringer waited above on a out-hanging rock.
"Weapons ready!" Kelet shouted with as much courage and command as possible considering their current dilemma. The three lead orcs' spear, sword, and axe got no chance to be put to use.
The Hunter swiftly dropped from above. Kicking sideways with both legs he knocked two orcs cold in accordance with slicing his scimitar through a third orcs back. A deep, yet fine line, ran from right shoulder blade to the lower left hip, blood soaking the filthy clothing. A wail of agony burst from his wretched mouth as another quick slice of the opposite scimitar sliced both legs muscles and tendons of the orc. It all happened in a matter of seconds.
A sudden burst of adrenaline forced a fourth orc raging up behind the now landed elf, hoping he'd be unsteady after that amazing feat. That optimism was soon crushed with a deft twist of the Hunter's upper body, practically slicing the orc's upper torso in two. Flipping backward over the dying orc, the dark elf managed to avoid blood splattering his armor or green cloak. Another twist of the body before landing set the drow facing the last standing orc...Kelet.
Sword and dagger in now trembling hands, Kelet tried to find that commanding voice so common to his voice-box. He had to say something threatening to this Underdark creature, the orc berated himself. Nothing came. Only a noise equivalent to a human whimper and a gulp came out as the drow stalked forward, shortening the distance between them with every bare-footed step.
A blocking sword wielded in the left hand came up to meet the coming scimitar. As the blades clang, Kelet's dagger hand was cut off at the wrist by the other scimitar. A rough shout of pain and anger escaped the orcs' tusked mouth.
"You were a coward then for running....and a coward now," the Hunter whispered in a low growling tone into the injured orcs' ear. Crossed weapons still feeling each other's metallic touch, the drow let his words sink into the rotted soul of the orc.
"Mercy..." Kelet finally managed to croak through the pain that continually sent daggers up his right arm.
A hint of Drizzt's former self broke through the haze of anger that distinguished the Hunter. It was the very poison of his normal, compassionate self. A quick movement of blades crossing in a X on the orc's throat brought his death upon quickly.
With an expressionless face the Hunter turned back around to quickly slay the two unconscious orcs. All was silent once again after the storm that was Drizzt's darker being subsided.
Guenhwyvar came strutting back to her master favoring one of her front legs. Apparently an orc managed to draw blood on the panther during the struggle before all were taken for dead. Nothing a quick rest in her home plane won't solve, Drizzt thought to himself. With a sigh he sent his only companion home, only to return was she would be needed in the next inevitable battle. Walking off silently, unscathed and very alone, Drizzt sheathed his blades. The fires of his lavender eyes dimmed for the time being....
A/N: There you go, I hoped you all enjoyed it. I tried my best to make the orcs sound realistic and I hope I didn't play the Hunter up to much, or not enough. Reviews again would be extremely helpful! Can't thank you enough for the reviews I've gotten so far!
Not quite sure where I'll take the story after this, so if you have suggestions let me know! (And Silverwolf7...I didn't go the Kelet head chopping route, but I hope his death scene was satisfying enough. hehe)