Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [WTRT] Blood-lust, Part II Message-ID: <1senbmINN30l@news.gac.edu> From: Thorr-kan, the White Minotaur, and Horde Father-Confessor Date: 7 May 1993 22:20:38 GMT There is a silent scream of mental anguish. 'NO! I WILL NOT FALL AGAIN!' Thorr-kan sees a group of shadowy figures above him. He cannot make them out, but his mind screams danger. And then, agony rips through his stomach. *** The goblins had been marching for several days. There was not much game in the area for some reason, and hunger was overcoming them. When the tribe stumbled onto a ragged group of humans, it was a gift from One-Eye himself. Gnumsh scatters his warriors among the fallen. No doubt they will have food and water. Perhaps there will even be some of the metal that humans value so highly. Anything to make this hellish journey easier. The goblin chief's thoughts are interrupted by a yell from one of his underlings. "Hey, boss! We gots a bull-man here. What we should do?" Gnumsh swears aloud. Trouble like this isn't welcome and isn't needed. "Is he still alive?" asks the goblin chief. There is a huge creature on the ground before three of the warriors. It is almost half again as tall as one of them. Trouble for sure, thinks Gnumsh. "Dunno," comes the reply from Lugg, one of the dimmer tribesmen. He raises a spear. "Can find out." "Do it," the chief commands. "We don't have time for this." Lug takes his stone spear and drives it into the minotaur's stomach. With a scream, the creature blurs into motion. *** Danger! screams Thorr-kan mind. And PAIN! There is only one way to deal with danger: kill it. The White Minotaur lurches to his feet and grasps the spear in his stomach. His first move yanks it out; his second sends the goblin holding it face first into an oak thirty feet away. Gnumsh takes one look and hollers, "Kill the damn thing!" The two surviving tribesmen move in to follow his command. One raises a battle-axe and takes a swipe. The other moves to his left, trying to get under Thorr-kan's reach with a short-sword. A red tinge has settled across the eyes of the White Minotaur. There are enemies on the field and a battle to be fought. Thorr-kan sidles away from Battle-Axe, pivoting so Short Sword will not get behind him. He swings a fist, making Short Sword duck. Battle-Axe takes another swipe, this one sliding through the minotaur's kilt and into his thigh. Thorr-kan just smiles and begins to advance. Another swipe at Short Sword sends him dancing away. Thorr-kan lunges at Battle-Axe, catching the haft of the axe with his left forearm and punching out with his right. Battle-Axe's face implodes under the blow, bone, blood, and brain running together over Thorr-kan's fist. The goblin crumples to the ground. Short Sword sees an opening and rushes in. His blade strikes Thor-kan's right armpit, burying half of the blade. Thorr-kan pivots again and catches the surviving goblin with a bite that nearly severs an arm. Short Sword falls, screaming his life out. Meanwhile, Gnumsh is flabbergasted at how easily three of his warriors have fallen. He backpedals three steps and turns to run. He barely gets a dozen feet before he feels a bite on his neck and point of pain in his back. The goblin's entire body goes numb as he falls to the ground. A hissing green reptile is his last view before the afterlife claims him. Gleep finally found a chance to strike. Just behind the fallen chief, the minotaur realizes no one faces him. Grunting, he pulls the short sword from his chest. "Weapon," he grunts, and goes looking for more enemies to slay. -Thorr-kan, the White Minotaur ****************************************************************************** Peace through strength! Victory through annihilation! Matt Cutter, e-mail to mcutter@nic.gac.edu OR mcutter@vax2.gac.edu Gustavus couldn't afford my opinions if they wanted them! ******************************************************************************