Update: Pink mist had been turned Red for symbolic reasons

"Eat this."

"Thank you…"

The Blonde Brown-eyed Boy readily enveloped the wooden spoon and swallowed the contents in delight. Chicken soup with carrots was the tastiest meal he would cherish but it did not stop him from frowning after the recent events still remembering his sister's scream & that monster that tore those goblins apart.

"How do you feel?" The Elder Matriarch tilts her head.

"A bit better…"

"Do not worry, those adventurers will find your sister soon." She sets down the wooden bowl at the nearby small table alongside the straw mattress bed, "She has to pull through whatever horrors those goblins bring."

"What if she gets-"

"Bah! None of those kinds of thoughts!" She stands up with the help of her cane and walks to the nearby fireplace to chuck a woodchuck to fuel the glowing red flower in order to bring heat to her humble home, "Those goblins will likely keep her alive, enough time for our local heroes to come!"

"But Papa said Adventurers are not to be trusted?"

"His words hold true since a big part of these Adventurers are hobos and desperate good-for-nothings," She returned and grabbed the wooden bowl with the spoon that hold yellow liquid sogging the orange bit, "especially that creepy one with the dirty helmet from recently."

"Do you believe it?"

"Believe in those sorry sack of charcoals? Not even a Die's chance!" She reached out her spoon and the boy ate the contents again.

"I meant the monster."

"What of the monster?"

"Do you believe me?"

"The one you couldn't see?"

He nods in return, "Do you?"

"Obviously you're still alive, those goblins would have strung your corpse if your dice didn't roll well. So you must not have been hallucinating."

"I-I just hope those goblins and that monster are gone."

"I hope so too. Sweet dreams, Boy."


"Klukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukuku…"

The Predator eyed its Prey from the trees, He was crouching from a thick branch that was enough to support his weight. His infrared vision thanks to his bio helmet made him see blue around a wooded area and a splodge of yellow, orange, & red clawing at the trees tryrng to reach at another chunk of heat with what appears to be swarms of small insectoids buzzing around.

The creature he was observing was an Owlbear desperately trying to take a beehive as it craves that sweet nectar it holds. It sniffed for the nectar to motivate itself further but the feathery beast got a whiff of something else nearby.

"Sniff, Sniff." the beast twisted its head in a complete one-eighty, what surprised the yautja was that the owlbear stared specifically at him. When he moved further away from the tree, the head rotated to follow his position.

Interesting he thought, this creature somehow can see him. So a red light enveloped him which turned off his cloak and hopped off to meet it in an honorable duel.

The Owl bear pushed off the tree and stood upright in 3 meters to look down at the invisible silhouette who was 220 centimeters or 2.2 meters in height.

"HOORAAH!" the beast bellowed for interrupting its breakfast.

"RAAAOOOH!" the Predator returned as both opened their arms in a stance.

Two of them charged as both their hands clashed and pushed to see who had the superior strength. Since none of them waned, the owlbear closed its talons to pierced the hand of the Predator as green-glowing blood trickled down.

"RAAOH!" Predator roared in pain but he knew that no pain is no gain, so he activated his wrist blades in response which surprised the bear also.

The predator kneed it in the belly to which caught the owlbear surprised that it actually felt the impact as the liver faced the brunt of it.

The Owlbear let go and stayed away from the predator as both rested, the predator touched both his hands as he watched it trickle luminescent liquid while the owlbear sat and held its stomach.

Both stared at each other awkwardly, then both charged again but this time the owlbear grappled the yautja in a hug!? Both his arms are pointed down to his thigh so he couldn't move and slash the beast even if he wanted to.

CRACK!

"RAAOH!" He felt a rib crack as he struggled to escape the beast's death hug by simply swinging his legs pathetically like the goblin earlier.

The owlbear then started pecking him to the face repeatedly, but luckily his biomask protected him from having his skull pierced. Still, he felt every impact disorient him and with the mask's vision going haywire from all the damage.

Being desperate, he tried to reach a cylindrical device just above his buttocks with his right hand, which he successfully did. The Device activated and a metal spear was shifted right inside the owlbear!

"HOORAAAH!" the polearm was stabbed right inside of it and came to the other side, so the beast let go of the intruder and tried desperately to swat the weapon away.

The Predator tried to regain its footing and held his left chest to feel the rib he just broke. He watched his prey try to swat away but the weapon wouldn't let go as the bladed part is serrated in a way that prevents it from being removed cleanly.

The opposite side of his combi stick is a cylindrical mace, so he made a run for it and grabbed the mace part as the owlbear was astounded that the weapon disconnected.

Now the predator had a mace held by his right hand and he struck true by hammering the rest of the polearm like it was a nail & it went straight to the other side.

"HOORAAAAAH!" it deeply cried in pain as the spear part shoots out with red blood coating it.

POW!

A smack at the side to his face gave a crack line across the beak, the owlbear cried in pain and was seeing stars from the strong force it took.

While the owlbear is disoriented, the red dreadlocked yautja sprinted for the other half of the combistick and quickly reattached it.

The Predator deactivated his polearm in a shorter form and waited for the owlbear to clear its bearings. Once the owlbear stopped looking around & found its enemy, it expectedly charged at max speed at him.

In response, he slid under the feathered beast and turned on his spear-mace hybrid with the sharp tip aimed right at the owlbear, specifically the heart.

SHINK! "HOORAAHH!"

The Blade not only pierced the feathered creature's heart but through the back side aswell. The Hunter tipped the spear over his head to avoid being crushed by the lugging animal.

An audible "Thud!" was heard behind him and the beast was quiet without much movement as it has its belly facing up. He deactivated his weapon and stood up to admire his recent kill.

"Klukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukuku…"

He kicked over to show its backside then he activated a wrist blade from his left hand, stabbing below the nape and dragged it down to cut off all the ribs.

Inserting his hand at the spine and pulled out with his might as the spine flicked the beaked head of his worthy Prey.

"RAAOH!" his roar echoed throughout the forest as birds flew away from the sheer loudness, he reveled in his glory so he attached the head at his bottom.


THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!

Each step he took shook the branches but not enough to break on his weight, the predator ran on the wooden ledges and jumped occasionally to another branch if needed.

But he somehow reached a clearing and found what seems to be another scuffle similar when he fought those little green men.

The carnage was similar except one thing he noticed is that a female corpse had her clothes from her breast torn off which exposed her mammary glands and her throat was slit but what caught his eyes is the fact that her vagina was filled with some white cream.

He jumped close to the scene and scanned for anything else he could use for tracking whatever did this, what he found instead is a cigar next to the dead woman. He zoomed to find circular burns on her breasts.

He picked up the brown burnt stub with white ash still attached but he simply flicked it off because he had its tracing which would lead to the perpetrator.

It befuddles the predator that a species like the ooman would forcibly mate but they would kill said mate and torture them instead of passing on their young.

So he leaped once again for the trees and track down its next prey.


CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!

Young lumberjack kept chopping at the tree with the red X on the side as he continued hacking it down with unbridled fury. His mind was flooded with anger, worry, grief, and hopelessness as he pathetically kept swinging his ax, sweat poured down his face as tears blended in with teeth gritted in utter frustration.

"Heyah! Heyah! Heyah!" he kept repeating as he imagined those little green menace replacing this wood as their blood sprinkle at his tunic.

'Heyah!" one last chop the brought down the towering plant life

CREAK!

It fell with grace as its green leave cushioned some its fall, he wiped his face with his sleeves and reminisced the past he had with her.

"Heya, what's the long face, boy?"

"I think you got the wrong…" he turned around only to meet a group of rugged men that had armor and weapons, the stinking smell they brought clearly stated that they weren't the most hygienic.

"Come on pal! What's with the intense look, Lumberboy~?" one of the men with a bowl helmet teased

"Hehehehe~!"

He knew what they were and he was definitely terrified so he took the heels towards his village and yelled out their nickname, "Bandits! Bandits are here!"

The Bandits chased him as they cackled eerily like goblins as they enjoyed seeing their fellow man run for their life.

The town guards came with their simple halberds with others got their bows and crossbows up on the wooden walls.

The Bandits didn't really make the effort of catching up to Young Lumberjack because simply they had different intentions in mind. Lumberjack made it to the gates with said gates being closed after him entering.

The Elder Matriarch came as fast as she could with her cane and climbed up the stairs to the walls with some helping hand from the guards. She watched as more Bandits started creeping their way from the forest like a small army, complete with armored men with their individual melees, archers either with bows or crossbows, horse riders with jousts & spears with some of the army have Padfoots to their side as well.

One man with long black hair and beard, wearing akin to knight armor and a shield while he smoked a thick brown cigar walked forward from the group with a devious smile etched across his face, "Hello, humble peasants!"

"What is it that you want?!" She shouted across the field.

"Hmm…" he grabbed his own chin in mock-wonder, "Oh! I don't know? Probably your food…ale…and your women for pleasure to my hardworking men here!"

"HEEHEEHEE!", "YOOHOO~!", "COULD YOU?! PRETTY PLEASE~ HAHA!", "KISS ME, GIRLIES!"

"See that?! They're craving!" He bellowed in his twisted humor, "How could you deny these dirty and needy men for help?!"

"Begone from whence you came!" The Elder Matriarch shouted in defiance with the utmost disgusted expression on her face, "We will not submit to the likes of you!"

"Oh, I'm sorry if you thought me and my men here will have your wrinkly ass!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!" the small army uproared with agreement to their Bandit Boss.

"Heh, good one boss!" a ginger dwarf came beside him wearing a vekso horned helmet with a pickaxe as his weapon, "what's your next order? Siege it now?"

"No~ We will just wait them out as we sleep while they starve themselves then their whores will come crawling out to eat our meaty sausages!"


"Klukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukuku…"

Unknown to everyone, a hazy figure was hanging from one of the trees. It tracked the huge heat spike in this location and followed the rest of the small army in this town. It deduced that this group was an aggressor thus marking themselves as future prey and victims.

During the exchange, he picked up a few phrases and other voices. His favorite is being replayed constantly within his Bio-mask as a distorted and disturbing remixed that you will expect from a horde of demons:

"HAHAHAHAHA!"


"You're telling me that he used what?!"

"Oh yes! The madman used a gate scroll to that Ogre!" High Elf Archer exclaimed with her hand outstretched to mimic a portal expanding, "And you know the craziest part?!"

"What? What!?" Harefolk Hunter asked more as she slapped and covered her cheek with both hands.

"He intended to use it on a goblin nest!"

"What the heck?!" Spearman joined in as well.

"Then he said that goblins are far more troublesome than the ogre!" She then proceeds to stab downwards with her bow to mimic her flashback, "then ogre screamed in pain and probably in humiliation as he was executed!"

"Very creative of…him to use…the gate spell." Witch chimed in.

The Big party road on multiple simple carriages as a form of taxi to travel in this two day journey down the dirt road. The Party estimated that the goblin incident occurred at least two days ago as the flier clearly states that travel distance is two days, they would probably reach their destination in another two days and that would mean four days after the incident to which the survivability of the poor girl will be slim. She would survive if the goblins were less sadistic at this time and the dice were on her side.

Now it was night, the three carriages surround the group as they cook, drink, and tell stories in front of the campfire.

"So who or what do you think killed those goblins?" Priestess asked Goblin Slayer.

"As long as goblins are killed," the helmeted adventurer gently took a sip of water from a ladle through his visors, "I do not care."

"Ooh! Ooh! How about we try to guess who or whatever killed those goblins?" Harefolk Hunter raised her hand giddily, "I go first!"

"This thing could be some out of season Wendigo!"

"A Wendigo?" Dwarf Shaman questioned as sips wine from his ladle.

"Yeah! It's like a werewolf but the person turns into a cannibalizing monster that has a deer skull for a head! They only turn in winter and are hungry!"

"Maybe it was a vengeful spirit who had a grudge against goblins?" Apprentice Cleric threw in.

"Man~ what if it was just an Owlbear?" Rookie warrior added in.

"There were some trolls roaming around, right?" Heavy Warrior joined in as well, "Could be them looking to let out some steam."

They continued their little guessing game but it was inevitable that all of them turned their heads to the only dirty looking adventurer with a small metal shield strapped on his left arm.

"Hmm… It could be someone simply enacting revenge."

"Why do you think so?" Female knight interrogated.

"Because that's what I would do."

"..."

Silence surrounds them as by the tone of his voice felt the subject is too personal, so all of them backed off and watched the crackling fire cook the pot instead as the brown contents boiled & bubbled.

"Fo-Food's ready!" Priestess took the pot's ladle and had herself her warm dinner inside her wooden bowl.

"Finally!" Harefolk Hunter and Lizard pries impatient exclaimed with both rubbing their hands.

Many more followed suit to grab their dinner with their own wooden bowls but Goblin Slayer stayed back as he only watched the fire crackle & pop in a motionless state.

"..."


"Ahh~Ahh~Ahh~!"

"GORGORGORGOR~!"

She moaned and writhe on all her fours thanks the obese green devil raw dogging her as she caught a glance of her monster who was having the time of his life. The Goblin Lord's tongue hung to the side of his face with his goat-like eyes pulse with glee and pleasure.

"GOROOHH!"

"Hrgh~!" he bursted his tainted seed inside the blonde woman, her cunt was stuffed like a sweet roll her local baker would make but now it probably forever ruined in her mind. She knew that she needed to keep her willpower and insanity for as long as possible until the adventurers came to rescue her if she wanted to see her little brother & her lover again.

"Grob!" A disciplined voice came from the tunnel entrance and it revealed itself to be a goblin in human height but he wore ornate armor with two horns pointed upwards from his helmet that covered his whole head.

The Goblin Paladin saluted to him, to which the goblin lord pondered what his right hand man found this time?

"WHAT IS IT THIS TIME?! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BUSY!"

"Sorry, milord, but scouts reported a scent."

"YOU INTERRUPTED ME FOR A SCENT?! YOU'RE LUCKY YOU'RE TOO VALUABLE TO HAVE YOUR HEAD CLEAN OFF!"

"Sir, I assure you that this is not some false alarm. There's something odd about the smell…"

"WHAT IS IT?"

"The scent is very intoxicating like a group of female elves at their ripest."

"SHOW ME."

Both left behind the cave and its tunnel entrance, instead they were confronted with a small goblin army consisting of; the goblin fodders, wolf & warg rider with their spears, Hobgoblins, and goblin champions for more muscle.

What is peculiar is that all of them stopped whatever they were doing like others stopped maintaining their tools & weapons, others halted humping their captured females, and the guards just snorted & smiled from the scent they picked up.

When the goblin lord came as well, he was caught off guard by the strong addicting scent, "CHERRIES…IT SMELL OF CHERRIES…LIKE THE SCENT OF FERTILE FEMALES!"

"YOU KNOW WAZ IT IZ, BOYZ?!"

"GOROB!"

"IT MEANS, WE GOT MORE CUNTS TO BREED WITH! HAHAHA!"

"Klukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukuku…"


"Cheers mate!" the roughed men hit their wooden mugs as the foam of their ale swished from the impact, "Haha!"

The camp was alight like a festival was occurring, it was setted up deep in the forest but the town they targeted was a couple of minutes walk from here. They do not care if they waste their rations after all there's that Town they could just raid for their supplies. The men threw javelins and drew their arrows at a tree in a drunken competition with more laughing their comrades' piss poor aim as their weapons only landed at the dirt nearby or flew past by the targeted tree.

"Wou-Would you rather fight a troll or -hic!- a horde of gobos?"

"Prob-probably I would fight the fat bastard! Hehe!"

"Seriously?! Goblins are much weaker~!" Exiled Dwarf held his belly from his uproar.

"T-True when they're alone but a horde will surround you & hack you to bits." Bandit Boss chug another mug with pleasure, "A singular troll is too fucking fat and slow to hit me."

"True to that. So that's your final answer?"

"Yup, speaking from experience: goblins are much harder."

"Hmm." Exiled Dwarf only hummed in acceptance even if he didn't agree with his boss' decision, the guy led them as a cohesive force that defeated a number of adventurers.

Thud!

A metal cylinder dropped in front of them to which both drew their own longsword and pickaxe in response.

"What is that?!"

"Don't know boss!?"

"..." The cylinder lay there motionless as it attracted more of the gang as a crowd of dirty men were formed, they stared at this strange object with some questioning its origins and/or its function. One of his subordinates poked at it with their spear to expect some kind of magic dispelling at them but it was just nudged a few inches just like any object.

"Alright, who dropped thisss…thing?" Exiled Dwarf exaggerated the word as he picked up and held the strange object between his left palm, he inspected the device with his left eye looking very closely to one of the ends of the cylinder.

FISS!

"What the Fuck?!" He dropped the cylinder on impulse because he got an eyeful of the red mist that sprayed on both ends. He swore that it smelled like cherries or something sweet in nature but it didn't change the fact that it scared him shitless and it is all over him now, "Fuck, its on me!"

Exiled Dwarf started wiping his face and muttering curses whoever pulled that fucking prank but Bandit Boss ignored his plight & watches the cylinder spray the endless red mist that is now making the camp smell like soft perfume, the stuff that don't make you hurl your gut out.

"Hmm, why does it smell like cherries?" their leader pondered.

"Dunno, boss.", "Beats me.", "Where did it come from though?", "Can we keep it, boss?"

And many more chimed in but it didn't interest him so the only thing he would do right now like any great leader or boss is that they should think of this situation and what does it hold up to? In order to reach this mental headscape, he looked up…

He looked up…

What he saw was little green men riding on oversized arachnids.

Next thing he heard wolf howls, cackles, and clicking noises.

"Klukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukuku…"