Will it Ever End?

Finally, I have a few minutes to myself. I now nurse large bruises on my thighs and chest, and a deep gash to my right arm, given to me by the most recent Windy Bluff invaders.

Today, to many's dismay, a large group of worshippers made there way into Windy Bluff. Without warning, they swept through the streets, preying on any that stood in their way. Not quite knowing what to do, and anxious for battle, I followed my Clan Leader, Magus, into battle. Along side him, I fought back to back with other Windy Bluff defenders and finally overcame the onslaught.

After managing to dislodge my sword from the crumpled corpse of a dwarven worshipper, I made my way to the Town Park, desperate for rest and relaxation. Dragging my hooves along, I heard noises uttered from the Warden's office...

Fearing the worst, weapons ready, I ran as fast as my fatigued legs would carry me. I came face to face with the Warden, bruises along his brow. Before I could ask what had happened, a sickening blow fell upon my head and dropped me to my knees. I had barely enough time to face my attacker and dodge another punch from a burly man clad in robes. Another worshipper, I gasped! Alone?? What was I to do?? By instinct, I hurled my blade and missed the man completely. But in his rage, he forgot about my pike, which met his chest sharply. Reeling from the blow, the robed figure fell back just enough for me to return another blow with my prized sword. But, as clumsy as I am, I ended up sapping him in the face with the blunt side of my weapon. This seemed to enrage him even more as he kicked me square in the chest and knocked me back a few yards. Such power, I thought to myself.

I begin to feel something I had never quite felt before...a rage, a blood-lusting rage that fueled me ever stronger. I felt invincible, confident, more then ever before. Regaining my composure, I grinned as the worshipper charged against me. Feining a foward blow, I dodged to the side and rounded my arm around and backhanded him with the hilt of my blade, knocking him sensless.

As I licked my lips with satisfaction, I saw my chance to finish this vile creature. I swung with all my might and dig my sword deep into the human's shoulder. Screaming in pain, it turned to face me once more, bloodied teeth bared. But this was my day. Grinning again, I slashed my pike quickly across his neck, severing it ear to ear. Falling to the ground, the human seemed to beg for mercy as I dove my pike into the already opened chest cavity and twisted. The screams and twitches slowed and stopped, and I felt myself relaxed once again. Looking up to the Warden, who stood with gaping mouth, I removed my weapons from the corpse and nodded.

"Mind if I..." I said as I reached for a nice piece of bread sitting on the Warden's desk.

"No no, please! Help yourself!" The Warden shook as he spoke. Taking a nibble off the crust, I smiled and walked outside to the park, but not before one last kick to the corpse of the worshipper. I am tired...today was one of my largest battles, and quite possibly one of the largest personal victories I have had as of yet. Small in comparison to the deeds of others, but great to me, nonetheless.

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