The trees moved. The sound of something being dragged through leaves. A blurry vision was all Zulghen had. No movement possible for his arms, and he felt like something was pulling his legs. Slowly, his senses went back to normal, and a more clear version of the situation came to him. He was being dragged by an orc woman, with his hands and feet tied. The appearance of his captor was fairly common, except for her bald head and eyepatch. Her dark green skin mixed with the trees and leaves, making it even harder for Zulghen to figure out what he was up against.
The woman struggled to carry him, letting out grunts and huffs as she went through the bushes and short trees. He saw his fel glaive on her back, as well as his throwing knives around her arm, as if they were her own now. How arrogant.
He didn’t have much of a choice except for to scare her, to show who she was dealing with. He was a shadow hunter, after all! A feared foe! He called for Shango’s aid, summoning an uncontrolled storm around his arms that quickly called for the orc’s attention. She let go of her captive troll, turning around and drawing a sword pointed towards him.
“What...So you’re one of those?! That explains how you were able to take down Chika!” She yelled in a typical orcish voice. Loud and annoying.
The lightning was released, causing the rope to light on fire, weakening it enough for the troll to spread his arms and be freed. He quickly used his tusks to cut the rope around his ankles and stand up, cleaning himself and not giving the woman even a single look with his casual mocking air.
“What a foccin’ mess. Mah shit be all dirteh now…”
She enraged, charging at Zulghen with her sword back, trying to swing it openly towards his neck, failing miserably as the shadow hunter stepped forward and grabbed her by the arm, throwing the orc to the opposite side of the direction of her charge. She hit a fallen log, letting go of her sword as the troll appeared to be standing still.
As she reached for her weapon, a blue foot stomped her hand against the ground, and as she looked up to meet his crimson gaze, a punch was thrown to her chin. It stunned her enough for Zulghen to loot his glaive and knives from her, equipping himself fully now. She spoke out when recovered from the blow.
“ARGH! Come here, you fucker! ‘M gonna kick your ass so hard that you will never be able to fuck your wooden pole again, MOTHERFUCKER!”
Zulghen simply stared her down, quiet. Should he kill her or...Oh wait, she was crying? That halted his judgment for a minute, trying to see if those were -real- tears.
“You...you killed her...Chika...YOU MONSTER! ARGH, COME HERE!”
She threw herself at him without a plan, allowing the troll to just step out of the way and let her trip alone.
“AAAAAAARGH! SHE...She was my only friend...She understood me. AND YOU’VE KILLED HER! You’ve taken her from me…”
She didn’t even stood up, she only stayed on the ground, crying desperately. Zulghen was completely indifferent to her whining. He cared little for the orc or her gorilla, and just wanted to find his prey.
“Why did ya not kill me when I was out? Sounds like ya los’ a big chance tah stay alive.” He said in a harsh tone while crossing his arms
“I...” She continued to cry, sniffing her nose as well. “Wanted to kill in a more painful way. BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT YOU DESERVE, FUCKING RA-”
“Stop yellin’, for Loa’s sake. We in the middle o’ a jungle. All the predators now where we are now an’...Wait. Why the focc’ am I talkin’ tah ya?” He pondered for a moment before shrugging it off and walking away.
The orc’s line was cut by a bitter sound. Her head was now engulfed by none other than Isithunzi’s maw. She was now united with Chika in the afterlife, for in this plane, her corpse faced the ground as if it was nothing. The troll jumped back, staring at the scene with wide eyes. Such an attack meant that this beast was more than just a target. It was an opponent.
Isithunzi turned its head towards Zulghen, staring him down with a pair of glowing orange eyes that gave him an unnatural sensation, as if his spirit was being judged. The two started to walk to opposite sides, forming a circle in the little open space that jungle provided. Isithunzi was a veteran hunter, and dealt the first blow. A pounce towards the troll neck could be enough to finish the fight, but Zulg was also a seasoned warrior. He brought up his fel glaive with the middle handle between his head and its claws, throwing the beast towards his back as the weapon connected. A strong willed animal like that wouldn’t give up so easily, and soon a mangle was attempted by Isithunzi at the shadow hunter’s arm, which successfully landed, giving Zulghen’s arm blood painting. However, that was the perfect opportunity for him, and as the panther opened its guard with the strike, he managed to slice through the front of its maw, causing no blood to drip, but a loud, unnatural roar from his opponent.
The attacks were halted. A burning stare was fired towards the troll, as well as teeth baring. Almost as if challenging him and taking the lead, Isithunzi sprinted into the jungle, giving Zulghen a primal, uncontrollable need, to follow it.