CHAPTER THREE

The orc in black leather spat on my fresh corpse. Chuckled to himself. Licked his daggers clean, enjoying my blood. Walked to his comrade trapped in ice. Laughed at him. Pointed to the dead orc in red plate. Then pointed to the orc, Crackhead. Said something orcish to his iced pal. Then started walking to the purple hyena, remembering why this had happened in the first place.

The purple hyena saw everything. He was more intelligent than most animals, and for a hyena, that’s pretty smart. He knew he couldn’t win against four orcs. But with two orcs dead, one trapped in ice, it became a one on one battle. The rogue versus him. The hyena whooped in satisfaction. He got a chance to fight, too.

Rogues hit hard and they hit fast. Their first hit, comes from being invisible, incapacitating their victim before any kind of reaction, and if they have thier combos down, can kill an opponent is four or five hits without a blink.

But this rogue had burned his invisiblity. He wouldn’t be able to use it for another minute or so. The highly intelligent hyena knew it. The rogue didn’t care. Orc versus hyena. Straight up brawl.

After a few exchanges, I stood up, alive.

Another trick I learned, a survival trick, was to play dead. Dramatic flop of the body, slow breathing down to nothingness, and quickly change the color of my gray skin to a lifeless white. Even my scent smelled dead. It always worked on animals. I guess noobish orc rogues were succeptible to it, too.

I moved in front of the orc in green chain mail, the one trapped in ice. I winked at him, smiled, and dropped another blue marble right at his frozen feet. He looked pissed. LOL.

The hyena and the rogue were going at it. Slashing, biting, clawing, dodging, the both of them. It was feral. But the hyena was slowly losing.

Fortunately for the purple hyena, the orc rogue didn’t know I was still alive.

I cocked my rifle. CLICK. Took careful aim. Just then, proving my calculations correct, the magic of the ice trap faded, freeing the orc in green from his icy prison. I didn’t take my eyes off of the rogue, though. I just smiled to myself as I listened the chink of his chain mail, his grunting, his guttural, ugly, orc-speak battlecry immediately behind me. Then I heard him take one step forward.

BING! He stepped on my blue marble. Trapped in my magic ice. Again. ROFLMAO!!!!!

And then, BANG!

Shot the rogue in the head. Dead. Fight over.

The hyena looked up at me. Wagged his tail in appreciation. He slowly walked up to me. I smiled at him, patted him on the head. He looked up at me, smiled, I guess how a hyena would smile, and licked my hand.

I just made a new friend.

We both took a look at the last orc. The idiot one trapped in ice. The noob. I smiled at the hyena. He wagged his small, purple tail. I took aim at the poor orc in the block of ice.

“Go get ‘im, boy.” I said.

And we’ve been a team ever since.

It’s been a five years. And now we find ourselves at the Mines in the Highlands, guarding it for the Confederation of Free Nations. Just the two of us. Just the way I like.

Unless, of course, a whole army comes to take the mines. Then I wouldn’t like that too much. I mean, I’m an ass kicker. I just can’t kick a whole army’s ass, ya know.

“Joker,” I say to the purple hyena. “I hope this war is worth it.”

He looks at me. I pat his head.

Just then, Jokers ears point straight up. His head looks towards the hill directly in front of us. He hears something. So do I.

A large cloud of dust is riding down to meet us. The thumping of horse hooves and wolf paws on dry ground is making their way towards us. Just the two of us. A kick ass dwarf with a big ass gun and a purple hyena.

Sure sounds like a lot of them.

“Oh boy. This is gonna suck.” I say to myself.

I reach into my pouches and pull out a red marble and a blue marble. Throw them both on the ground. The pink transluscent dome surrounds me. The blue marble right at my feet glistens, waiting for any unassuming footfall.

The rumbling cloud gets closer and closer. I, eventually, can see figures. Shit, I say to myself. About ten riders. Three warriors. Two rogues. A hunter. A mage. Two healers. And a warlock.

“Yup. This is gonna suck…”

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