At first Doomhammer thought the scout had been correct and they were facing ogres, though these were slightly smaller and moved with a silence and a grace he had never seen the behemoths possess before. But then a ray of fading sunlight struck one of the creatures as it stalked forward and Doomhammer saw that its skin was green, as green as his own, as green as the leaves on the trees. That explained why they had not noticed the creatures before—their coloration allowed them to blend into the foliage, especially if they moved through the branches as these evidently had. He also saw that the creature was taller than he was and leaner than an ogre, and more proportioned, lacking the overlong arms and oversized hands and massive head of those creatures. And the look the approaching figure gave him, firelight glinting in its dark eyes as it extended a spear to prod at Doomhammer, showed a certain intelligence as well.“We are not your foes!” Doomhammer shouted, his cry splitting the quiet night. He batted the spear aside with one hand, noting as he did that the head was chipped stone and looked very sharp. “I seek your leader!”A rumble came from the creatures then, and after an instant Doomhammer realized it was laughter.“What you be wantin’ with our leader, morsel?” the lead creature replied, its mouth splitting in a monstrous grin. They had tusks as well, Doomhammer saw, though longer and thicker than his own, and more blunt from the look of them. He also noticed the creature’s hair, which rose in a dark crest above its head. Surely that look was not natural, meaning these creatures groomed themselves. Definitely not mere beasts, then.“I would speak with him, on behalf of my own leader,” Doomhammer replied. He kept his hands at his side, open to show he carried no weapon, yet he was wary. He would be a fool not to be.That was fortunate, for the creature laughed again. “We no be speakin’ with morsels,” it replied. “We be eatin’ them!” And it thrust its spear, no longer a questioning prod but a hard, swift motion that would have gutted Doomhammer as easily as he might have speared a fish. If he had stood still for the blow. Instead he twisted away, pulling his hammer free from his back, and bellowed a warcry. The shout seemed to startle the creature, which paused in the act of withdrawing its weapon for a second attack. Doomhammer did not give it time to recover. He leaped forward, hammer swinging hard, and smashed one of the creature’s legs full in the knee. The creature toppled with a howl of pain, clutching the shattered limb, and Doomhammer swung again, a mighty overhand blow that crushed the creature’s skull. Related Article:[Üye Olmadan Linkleri Göremezsiniz. Üye Olmak için TIKLAYIN...][Üye Olmadan Linkleri Göremezsiniz. Üye Olmak için TIKLAYIN...][Üye Olmadan Linkleri Göremezsiniz. Üye Olmak için TIKLAYIN...][Üye Olmadan Linkleri Göremezsiniz. Üye Olmak için TIKLAYIN...][Üye Olmadan Linkleri Göremezsiniz. Üye Olmak için TIKLAYIN...]