Yngvar
Yngvar’s eyes darted as he searched as Keris spoke. “Then what would you have me call it,” was the younger one's reply. Looking back up to the older pack mate Yngvar saw that his eyes were locked elsewhere. Spinning the young blood claw could make out the shapes against the storm.
They were massive things. Yngvar gripped his spear tight as he stared at them. This was not what he had seen moments before. He could see flashes of ivory fangs and heard the scrape of claws on stone. Rain dripped from clumps of hair along their skin which rippled with muscles as each moved.
Alrik was the first to act. He burst forward howling as he went. The warrior’s aim was easy to track; he was charging the center most creature. Yngvar quickly followed. The young blood claw held himself low. As the others roared, or shouted their challenges the hunter sprinted. These things were prepared, which meant the maneuver would be far more difficult.
Yngvar struck low. The ape troll appeared to be more interested in the louder individuals so it was not fully prepared when the hunter struck. It was the knife that struck first biting into the front of the creatures shin near the ankle. A second fast slash as the blood claw turned his momentum to drive himself behind the creature stabbing and then slashing across the back of its leg. The ape troll roared as it retaliated. A heavy arm slammed into the ground where the young blood claw had been. Instead of rising close to the creature Yngvar gave distance as the second clawed arm slammed into the rocks inches away.
The young space wolf spun to his foe. The monstrous creature roared as it stomped forward. Hate burnt hot in its eyes as blood ran from the pair of wounds on the creature’s leg. It was close, to close for the hunters spear, but well within the aggressor’s knife. One massive clawed hand lashed out again. Yngvar went low managing to avoid the claws, and only brush the arm behind it. The young hunter dove forward knowing the other arm was close. Rainwater sprayed behind him as the wet hand arched in. Yngvar sprung forward past the beast again. With the blade in his right hand he could not make a clean strike against the foe to his left, but still he tried. The blade barely cut through the thick skin and fur as he moved past.
The creature spun hard as its feet slid on the water and snow. The sinew and muscles of its injured leg popped and strained as the young hunter’s aim proved accurate. The ape troll leapt to force a change in its momentum. The wound released a splash of blood as the tendon popped again. Yngvar drew his spear and spun to meet the foe in a single fluid move. This time he was prepared to meet the charge as a hunter.
Past the creature there was another fight. Through the rain and the howls of battle the young blood claw saw it, a brother was in danger. The form of Alrik and that of the largest of the beasts seemed to have combined into one. The huge thing embraced him within its massive arms as the older blood claw violently thrashed.
Yngvar ran at the beast he had been dueling. This would be a game if inches, and hopefully the pair would not decide to flinch at the same time. He saw the creature’s muscles flex along its right flank. He watched as the claw reached out toward him. He could see the trail of water the storm was leaving behind as it sliced through the falling rain. Yngvar dove hard to the right at the last possible moment. He saw the other claw flex, and felt one of the talons slice into his cold skin. The ape troll would not let its quarry away so easily. The young blood claw shouted as the claw ran down his left arm in a jagged gash, but did not find purchase.
Claws raked against the wet ground as the ape troll turned itself. It had been the third time the prey had passed. It howled with rage as it adjust its weight. The howl changed as its foot clawed across the ground. There was a cracking sound almost like a small gunshot as the injured tendon was stressed one last time. The muscle contracted wildly into a mass of meat as its connection to the creature’s heel disappeared. It was sent sprawling as the foot became a useless mass of muscle and bone.
Yngvar sprinted toward the pair in their deadly embrace. Both hands gripped at the spear wet from the rain and from his own crimson blood. With the wounded creature thrashing behind him and his pack brother ahead the young blood claw finally released a battle cry. Against the rain, the roars of monsters, and the claps of thunder he began to howl.
Yngvar’s eyes darted as he searched as Keris spoke. “Then what would you have me call it,” was the younger one's reply. Looking back up to the older pack mate Yngvar saw that his eyes were locked elsewhere. Spinning the young blood claw could make out the shapes against the storm.
They were massive things. Yngvar gripped his spear tight as he stared at them. This was not what he had seen moments before. He could see flashes of ivory fangs and heard the scrape of claws on stone. Rain dripped from clumps of hair along their skin which rippled with muscles as each moved.
Alrik was the first to act. He burst forward howling as he went. The warrior’s aim was easy to track; he was charging the center most creature. Yngvar quickly followed. The young blood claw held himself low. As the others roared, or shouted their challenges the hunter sprinted. These things were prepared, which meant the maneuver would be far more difficult.
Yngvar struck low. The ape troll appeared to be more interested in the louder individuals so it was not fully prepared when the hunter struck. It was the knife that struck first biting into the front of the creatures shin near the ankle. A second fast slash as the blood claw turned his momentum to drive himself behind the creature stabbing and then slashing across the back of its leg. The ape troll roared as it retaliated. A heavy arm slammed into the ground where the young blood claw had been. Instead of rising close to the creature Yngvar gave distance as the second clawed arm slammed into the rocks inches away.
The young space wolf spun to his foe. The monstrous creature roared as it stomped forward. Hate burnt hot in its eyes as blood ran from the pair of wounds on the creature’s leg. It was close, to close for the hunters spear, but well within the aggressor’s knife. One massive clawed hand lashed out again. Yngvar went low managing to avoid the claws, and only brush the arm behind it. The young hunter dove forward knowing the other arm was close. Rainwater sprayed behind him as the wet hand arched in. Yngvar sprung forward past the beast again. With the blade in his right hand he could not make a clean strike against the foe to his left, but still he tried. The blade barely cut through the thick skin and fur as he moved past.
The creature spun hard as its feet slid on the water and snow. The sinew and muscles of its injured leg popped and strained as the young hunter’s aim proved accurate. The ape troll leapt to force a change in its momentum. The wound released a splash of blood as the tendon popped again. Yngvar drew his spear and spun to meet the foe in a single fluid move. This time he was prepared to meet the charge as a hunter.
Past the creature there was another fight. Through the rain and the howls of battle the young blood claw saw it, a brother was in danger. The form of Alrik and that of the largest of the beasts seemed to have combined into one. The huge thing embraced him within its massive arms as the older blood claw violently thrashed.
Yngvar ran at the beast he had been dueling. This would be a game if inches, and hopefully the pair would not decide to flinch at the same time. He saw the creature’s muscles flex along its right flank. He watched as the claw reached out toward him. He could see the trail of water the storm was leaving behind as it sliced through the falling rain. Yngvar dove hard to the right at the last possible moment. He saw the other claw flex, and felt one of the talons slice into his cold skin. The ape troll would not let its quarry away so easily. The young blood claw shouted as the claw ran down his left arm in a jagged gash, but did not find purchase.
Claws raked against the wet ground as the ape troll turned itself. It had been the third time the prey had passed. It howled with rage as it adjust its weight. The howl changed as its foot clawed across the ground. There was a cracking sound almost like a small gunshot as the injured tendon was stressed one last time. The muscle contracted wildly into a mass of meat as its connection to the creature’s heel disappeared. It was sent sprawling as the foot became a useless mass of muscle and bone.
Yngvar sprinted toward the pair in their deadly embrace. Both hands gripped at the spear wet from the rain and from his own crimson blood. With the wounded creature thrashing behind him and his pack brother ahead the young blood claw finally released a battle cry. Against the rain, the roars of monsters, and the claps of thunder he began to howl.