Walking monotonously, 112975 held his shadow bow, before aiming it into the bushes and releasing an arrow. A soft squeak was heard coming from the lower bushes, before a soft bundle of fur, revealed to be a juvenile Horned Rabbit, jerked itself out, writhing briefly in pain, before succumbing to its wounds.
But that was not its end
Suddenly, it began shivering, then jolting, until it finally got encapsulated in a thin, black layer of shadowy tendril, before being twisted into a thin rope and sucked into the open mouth of 112975. Gazing up content, he smacked his illusory lips, his black eyes glinting brightly for a brief moment, moaning in delight. Licking his lips, he glanced down at his feet, where he felt himself getting faster every second. Once the effects died down, he lifted his flickering head, and tilted his long, pointy ears- for a brief moment, he felt something gazing upon him, but maybe it was a misconception:
I mean, he did die ten centuries ago
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"Shit, what bad luck we have: those blasted pointy-eared cunts are patrolling our territory!"
Spitting to the side, Haren cursed their bad luck– those blasted assholes could shoot through solid steel, and the only mithril armour he had was the 5-inch heart guard he bought by loaning an arm and a leg‐ talk about bad luck!
But if the hero's companions were to, let's say, 'dispose' of our problems...
Peeking from the corner of his eyes, Haren's gaze turned towards the old man who was busy chewing what he called tomacco (perhaps the hero's boon), and towards the shiny metal man who was rubbing those weird floating metal 'balls'. "My Lord, as you can see, every so often, a shadow Elf comes and patrols this area, after which they return to their wretched nest. Last I checked, we have approximately 30 minutes to bypass the enemy lines and enter deep into the damned forest. So if we want to move, we should do it now, otherwise we would need to retreat and come back tomorrow– you do not want to know what comes out at night..."
Hearing the ominous warning, Haren expected them to quiver on their feet, or to at least turn pale, but no:
They just stood there, grinding their nails
Urgh, just my luck! These pampered nobles should've just stayed back in the royal capital and left us adventurers to do the dirty deeds. Why, if only I were–
Schwip!
Yanking his hair, Knoxis dragged Haren's face back, nearly tearing off his scalp. "Old codger, don't expect me to bow down to your every action and desir–"
Bam!
An arrow made from the darkest of shadows, lodged itself into the tree where Haren once stood. He could only watch in fear as the tree quickly began disintegrating into ashes from the influence of the dark power, dissipating into the air.
Gulp!
Swallowing his spit, Haren watched in silent awe as Sir Knoxis dusted his hands, slowly walking away after doing the deed. "I think it'd be better if we returned to base camp and drafted a better plan to conquer the valley. Oh, and before I forget, I'd rather not count my chickens before they hatch if I were you..."
Nodding his head silently, Haren watched as the old man disappeared into the bushes, as if what he did was some mere trifle.
So cool...