Chapter 5: Reality in Reflection - Part 2
Drizzt knew through all the haze of horrible thoughts that he had to take action or die a miserable death by the creatures. He was left with but one alternative...the Hunter. His only means of survival. Calling upon the alter ego to battle the inner torment, he used the anger and hate, transferring it to outside strength. Lending his weary body the energy to destroy these newest threats by means of the very deaths that destroyed him in his very heart.
All manners of sounds reverberated through the forest at the exact time. The first of many flashes of lighting brought thunder pounding through the landscape as a low scream erupted from deep inside the dark elf- sounding more like a low roar from a savage beast. His inner thoughts were all but washed away from his mind. His surroundings became highly toned as he was now fully alert to fight.
As another stroke of lightning lit the landscape for a split-second, those 2 wicked scimitars appeared in gloved hands. Each blade gleamed for a moment in the flash before plunging back to darkness, save the faint glow of Twinkle and the bright lavender haze of the drow's eyes.
The two approaching clubs on each side of the Hunter seemed as in slow motion to him. Both hulking pieces of wood were parried with a thin edge of his blades, quickly snapping back to decrease the force of the brutes strength that was used in the club attack.
The urgency of the situation not 5 seconds ago became fully under-control as Drizzt channeled his inner rage into a controlled focus. To the two giants though, this dark-skinned creature seemed like a madman as he whirled both blades with expert ease and faster than either had ever seen weapons been wielded.
The battle would appear a blur of movements if there were an observer to watch the spectacle. The storm in the dark sky was now in full strength, blasting the landscape with flashes of lightning rapidly. Each time the clearing was lit one if not both of the giants appeared to have a few more nicks, a red stream began to drip from their inner bloodstream. The giants' fury rose with each wound inflicted. Power surged through their pounding arms as their clubs swung faster than ever before. Legs kicked out towards the Drow to shatter his bones. Yet if they were enchanted with a potion of speed they still probably wouldn't get a whack at their once victim now turned assailant.
The Hunter deftly dodged both of the mighty clubs. If one were to touch him, especially with the power behind the swings of the angered brutes, his prone elven form would surely be flung powerfully into the nearby forest. That was not an option in order to survive this fight. Each move was based on instinct, expecting the attacks before they were even carried out. Kicks from large legs were avoided and rolled around, each attack allowing his blades to sink once again into their flesh.
Now enjoying the intercourse of ridding the realms of such creatures, the Hunter smirked as he performed his deadly dance. Drawing out the pleasure of the kill as his focus hummed throughout his body.
Rain poured harder upon the fight and the mud of the ground became increasingly slick. His bare feet aided by the enchanted bracers easily faced this new obstacle (one which actually proved an advantage). The lumbering feet of the ice giants found keeping their balance along with focusing on the battle extremely difficult. Each slip of the footing caused them another slash from one of those deadly scimitars, unbelievably appearing from every possible angle. Blood that continued flowing began mixing with the muddy surface of the forest clearing creating more hazard.
The behemoth - who was the skeptical one before the fight even began - finally lost traction and slipped straight onto his back. A faint smile crossed his face when he realized that the Drow was straight in front of him. Thinking his huge feet would knock the preoccupied Drow-who was scoring wounds on his companion at the moment- he raised his head to peer down his large lying form to see...
Nothing.
The hunter expertly flipped into the air as the feet approached. He landed on the chest of the fallen behemoth in accordance with ducking a blow from the standing giant. In utter surprise the toppled giant gasped and widened his eyes as the Drow landed on him. That was his last sight...each scimitar tip shot downward through an eyeball, blinding him forever.
Expecting arms to lash out after the sight stealing attack Drizzt let Icingdeath score it's metal across the neck. As the behemoth lay in the throes of approaching death Drizzt leaped from it's chest and over top of the standing giant's head. Before the beast even registered the move, both tendons in the back of his knees were slashed viciously. A shout of anger and pain erupted from the creature's mouths as the blood seeped down the his lower calves. He instantly fell forward crashing on top of his giant comrade.
The blinded and near death giant had his breath stolen viscously from his lungs as the lumbering weight of his companion came crashing down on his chest. A final gasp of air rushed from his lungs along with the his soul's last waking second fleeing the inflicted body.
One last cry of rage and thought of revenge emitted from the living giant before all his will to fight was leached out by excruciating pain.
Staring down at the piled creatures, lavender eyes aglow in the teaming rain, the dark elf moved forward to silence the one with the final killing slashes. All was silenced in the forest, except for the pulsing rain and the pounding of the Hunter's heart slowing after the rage that made him so strong in battle.
He carefully cleared the blood from the giant's surprisingly ornamental clothing and sheathed each in his belt. In his earlier preoccupation he had not taken note of these rather well attired and quite comely giants in comparison to the rogues one usually encountered. He realized quickly that these were giants from the Jarl Grayhand network that his companions encountered at Fell Pass. So, the network is still loaning their elite frost giants out, the elf mused before storing away the knowledge and dropping the thought from his mind.
He turned from the death scene. As he moved to evade the growing waters of the pond that he had sat at earlier he wisely avoided staring into it. The memory of what his tormented mind saw before was too painful for him to take another look. For in that reflection he saw a reality he wished not to view.
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Drizzt didn't silence the giant's anguish filled roars quick enough to avoid detection....
Not to far from where the battle took place, the band of more behemoths camped in the night. None were too concerned about their missing two, as they had a tendency to wander off. They proceeded at their normal jobs and activities through the miserable rain chattering amongst themselves.
Common conversation was the continued complaints of their trek to serve the weakling humanoid Orc king. But Gerti's orders were the law in their network and the leader of the expedition, Toklur, enforced them strongly. He was his queen's champion giant, usually at her beck and call beside her throne. But orders were orders and he set out with the group he currently traveled with.
Above the low din of their camp two roaring voices met his ears between deafening thunder claps. Turning his head to put his richly ringed ear in line with the voices he realized quickly that they belonged to giants, his giants! He silenced everyone near him to hear better. But by the time everyone was quiet -and the storm allowed silence-so was the fight he heard a few seconds ago.
He waited a minute longer for any further noises, but all that was heard was the constant patter of the torrential weather. Killed?! Toklur, head behemoth and prized fighter to Gerti, was enraged.
Dismantling the camp with a quick pace he set his crew off to find the murderer of his precious ice giants heading conveniently they way they were destined to travel....
Thank you so much for the reviews (especially the recent ones that got be back on track to update.) I'm no expert on ice giants so sorry if they weren't written well. ;) Please review again!! Thanks.
Drizzt knew through all the haze of horrible thoughts that he had to take action or die a miserable death by the creatures. He was left with but one alternative...the Hunter. His only means of survival. Calling upon the alter ego to battle the inner torment, he used the anger and hate, transferring it to outside strength. Lending his weary body the energy to destroy these newest threats by means of the very deaths that destroyed him in his very heart.
All manners of sounds reverberated through the forest at the exact time. The first of many flashes of lighting brought thunder pounding through the landscape as a low scream erupted from deep inside the dark elf- sounding more like a low roar from a savage beast. His inner thoughts were all but washed away from his mind. His surroundings became highly toned as he was now fully alert to fight.
As another stroke of lightning lit the landscape for a split-second, those 2 wicked scimitars appeared in gloved hands. Each blade gleamed for a moment in the flash before plunging back to darkness, save the faint glow of Twinkle and the bright lavender haze of the drow's eyes.
The two approaching clubs on each side of the Hunter seemed as in slow motion to him. Both hulking pieces of wood were parried with a thin edge of his blades, quickly snapping back to decrease the force of the brutes strength that was used in the club attack.
The urgency of the situation not 5 seconds ago became fully under-control as Drizzt channeled his inner rage into a controlled focus. To the two giants though, this dark-skinned creature seemed like a madman as he whirled both blades with expert ease and faster than either had ever seen weapons been wielded.
The battle would appear a blur of movements if there were an observer to watch the spectacle. The storm in the dark sky was now in full strength, blasting the landscape with flashes of lightning rapidly. Each time the clearing was lit one if not both of the giants appeared to have a few more nicks, a red stream began to drip from their inner bloodstream. The giants' fury rose with each wound inflicted. Power surged through their pounding arms as their clubs swung faster than ever before. Legs kicked out towards the Drow to shatter his bones. Yet if they were enchanted with a potion of speed they still probably wouldn't get a whack at their once victim now turned assailant.
The Hunter deftly dodged both of the mighty clubs. If one were to touch him, especially with the power behind the swings of the angered brutes, his prone elven form would surely be flung powerfully into the nearby forest. That was not an option in order to survive this fight. Each move was based on instinct, expecting the attacks before they were even carried out. Kicks from large legs were avoided and rolled around, each attack allowing his blades to sink once again into their flesh.
Now enjoying the intercourse of ridding the realms of such creatures, the Hunter smirked as he performed his deadly dance. Drawing out the pleasure of the kill as his focus hummed throughout his body.
Rain poured harder upon the fight and the mud of the ground became increasingly slick. His bare feet aided by the enchanted bracers easily faced this new obstacle (one which actually proved an advantage). The lumbering feet of the ice giants found keeping their balance along with focusing on the battle extremely difficult. Each slip of the footing caused them another slash from one of those deadly scimitars, unbelievably appearing from every possible angle. Blood that continued flowing began mixing with the muddy surface of the forest clearing creating more hazard.
The behemoth - who was the skeptical one before the fight even began - finally lost traction and slipped straight onto his back. A faint smile crossed his face when he realized that the Drow was straight in front of him. Thinking his huge feet would knock the preoccupied Drow-who was scoring wounds on his companion at the moment- he raised his head to peer down his large lying form to see...
Nothing.
The hunter expertly flipped into the air as the feet approached. He landed on the chest of the fallen behemoth in accordance with ducking a blow from the standing giant. In utter surprise the toppled giant gasped and widened his eyes as the Drow landed on him. That was his last sight...each scimitar tip shot downward through an eyeball, blinding him forever.
Expecting arms to lash out after the sight stealing attack Drizzt let Icingdeath score it's metal across the neck. As the behemoth lay in the throes of approaching death Drizzt leaped from it's chest and over top of the standing giant's head. Before the beast even registered the move, both tendons in the back of his knees were slashed viciously. A shout of anger and pain erupted from the creature's mouths as the blood seeped down the his lower calves. He instantly fell forward crashing on top of his giant comrade.
The blinded and near death giant had his breath stolen viscously from his lungs as the lumbering weight of his companion came crashing down on his chest. A final gasp of air rushed from his lungs along with the his soul's last waking second fleeing the inflicted body.
One last cry of rage and thought of revenge emitted from the living giant before all his will to fight was leached out by excruciating pain.
Staring down at the piled creatures, lavender eyes aglow in the teaming rain, the dark elf moved forward to silence the one with the final killing slashes. All was silenced in the forest, except for the pulsing rain and the pounding of the Hunter's heart slowing after the rage that made him so strong in battle.
He carefully cleared the blood from the giant's surprisingly ornamental clothing and sheathed each in his belt. In his earlier preoccupation he had not taken note of these rather well attired and quite comely giants in comparison to the rogues one usually encountered. He realized quickly that these were giants from the Jarl Grayhand network that his companions encountered at Fell Pass. So, the network is still loaning their elite frost giants out, the elf mused before storing away the knowledge and dropping the thought from his mind.
He turned from the death scene. As he moved to evade the growing waters of the pond that he had sat at earlier he wisely avoided staring into it. The memory of what his tormented mind saw before was too painful for him to take another look. For in that reflection he saw a reality he wished not to view.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Drizzt didn't silence the giant's anguish filled roars quick enough to avoid detection....
Not to far from where the battle took place, the band of more behemoths camped in the night. None were too concerned about their missing two, as they had a tendency to wander off. They proceeded at their normal jobs and activities through the miserable rain chattering amongst themselves.
Common conversation was the continued complaints of their trek to serve the weakling humanoid Orc king. But Gerti's orders were the law in their network and the leader of the expedition, Toklur, enforced them strongly. He was his queen's champion giant, usually at her beck and call beside her throne. But orders were orders and he set out with the group he currently traveled with.
Above the low din of their camp two roaring voices met his ears between deafening thunder claps. Turning his head to put his richly ringed ear in line with the voices he realized quickly that they belonged to giants, his giants! He silenced everyone near him to hear better. But by the time everyone was quiet -and the storm allowed silence-so was the fight he heard a few seconds ago.
He waited a minute longer for any further noises, but all that was heard was the constant patter of the torrential weather. Killed?! Toklur, head behemoth and prized fighter to Gerti, was enraged.
Dismantling the camp with a quick pace he set his crew off to find the murderer of his precious ice giants heading conveniently they way they were destined to travel....
Thank you so much for the reviews (especially the recent ones that got be back on track to update.) I'm no expert on ice giants so sorry if they weren't written well. ;) Please review again!! Thanks.