The thin leather armor was more then likely all that kept Yomir alive as he flew backwards, a harsh massive fist eclipsing his belly. Pain erupted through his chest and for a single moment he was sure he saw the God of Death itself, staring down at him without mercy... then he awoke, in time to dodge the a foot that aimed to stomp on his chest. He scrambled through the mud, slipping and sliding as he attempted to reach the humble stick so easily knocked from his hand.

Pain, a kick, exploded from his chest and sent him scattering away from the stick and from the ground where he landed with a horrible thud. The pain was intense, gasping and burning with his ragged breath. Still, danger and fear overtook any sense of pain and he managed to roll away from the stomps and strikes, using his waning strength to throw himself up by pushing against the mud. Only, he pushed to hard and flew right into his attacker, almost startling even the massive Nar something.

Of course, the beast merely grabbed him by the waist and tossed him away.

This was the creature's great mistake, despite the agony of the throw it finally gave Yomir the chance to land on his feet. Without hesitating he fell low and felt heat rise in his body, the world shifted into greens and blues and all he knew was the power of the heat and hunter melding into one. Strips of lights covered and radiated off of the Nar fellow, focusing mostly around his heart and legs, building and building and Yomir knew what he would do next.

"YEARGH!" The Beast bellowed flying forth at blinding, thunderous speeds. Like a beast of the night, wrapped in rage of war, it lopped towards him...

And all Yomir could do was rush in return, waiting til the last moment to roll to the left, ignoring the disgusting mud and how it felt squishing into his hair and ears and skin, turning with the motion to grab the stick and in a single motion, slammed it hard against Nar's face the moment the beast turned around to face him again.

Splinters of woods and agony radiated everywhere, the pain was so intense Yomir gasped and nearly shouted and sobbed. He felt the pain shot towards his spine, but he held his ground and faced the beast...

Only to be encompassed by a loud booming GarGargGar RukrukRuk sound. A sound he soon realized was laughter.

"For a Lackhorned, you have conviction and strength. Do not forget that strength, or you will die by our hands. Do not forget that truth, Grim Hunter."

With that, Nar something left him, turning on heel and bellowing out orders that Yomir did not bother to listen to as he was stuck trying to not faint from the pain he finally fully felt. Everything ached, his ribs and spine especially. He could feel the cracks in his ribs, top to bottom, every breath a searing agony as they strained to deal with the pain of fighting what should have been a god or demon.

For a long moment he simply stood there, willing his body to recover from the brutal beating he had just endured... but a loud bellowing stopped that.

Weakly managing to open his eyes, Yomir turned to the source of the sound.

Nar something was fighting, really fighting, two other Urugals in brutal combat. The lesser Urugals, not Kulls clearly given the near three feet and hundred pound weight difference. Growling and snarling, they rushed him, lashing out with angry fists and horns. The Nar fellow didn't even bother to dodge, instead taking the time to grab one of the attacker's fists and use his motion to toss him hard into another Urgal, sending both away in a pile of agony that they all heard. It was a terrible sound, the clanging of horns and flesh.

'I am lucky... he fought me like a mama cat and her kitten. He let me think that I was fierce when in reality I was less of a threat then a mouse... I was lucky... ' Clenching his fists and shaking, Yomir felt what could only be the predator inside overtake his good sense. 'That will never happen again. He will remember me for what I am. Dangerous and someone to be feared.'

The Shade's cruel laughter made it clear that Yomir was not the only one who doubted that promise.

'He will be my first target... no... they will.' His gaze turned towards the others, those who lay in an agonized pile, unhoned and weaker. They were younger and untrained, but they were still dangerous. 'If I can overcome them without training, I must be dangerous with it. Then I will move on to those who already have experience and training... and then I will topple a Nar, whatever that means...'

Somehow, with a goal and that realization, Ymoir felt more whole then he could ever remember being. Some part of him finally calmed and with that calm...

He began to live.

Chapter end, short but fun! Tell me what you think in the reviews.

After this they should start get longer as I let the story shift in a different direction.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.