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(( xp well that was nice and gorry.. way to shred those NPC's Mel! whee ))

The riders were dropping like flies apperently, and the Huroks were becoming more ferral with every drop of blood that was spilt!

A pair of blood red eyes watched the giant trudging through the snow. Maybe giant wasn't an accurate description, since giants were a lot taller, unless this one's a juvenile, but compared to the drow hiding in the shadows, he was. Chaszmyr had been shadowing the figure, keeping to the shadows, making not a sound. Not many came through the mountains, unless they were heading to the ruins, or avoiding Lament. The drow himself disliked traveling through here, but he was bored of waiting around for his next assignment. He longed for combat.

Chaszmyr quietly slipped a poison-tipped crossbow bolt into the crossbow strapped to his left wrist, pulling it back until it locked in place. He winced at the sound, though low it was, but hoped the giant was too distracted mumbling to himself to notice.

The nameless figure continued down his path and stopping one more time trying to figure out why he felt like someone was watching. He turned to his left and then to his right with a blank expression that slowly morphed into a grimace of outrage and confusion. He started talking to his mace again for comfort.



"Eh Hilda......Do you smerr somfin fishy bout duh snow tuday? I couda swern I feer somfin wachin meh."

His eyesight might not have been sharp but due to countless years in a harsh landscape his ears could hear a rabbit run across the snow. He heard the light click having no idea what it was, but it wasn't natural to these mountains. The nameless half-giant's eyes now wide as his hood fell back to reveal snow encrusted gnarly hair. He grabbed the end of the shaft with his left hand and heaved breaking the straps that held Hilda to his back. The mace came around in a smooth arching motion as he then hefted it with his right hand to hold it at a slight angle, the top a massive steel ball with spikes protruding in every direction. The cloth had loosened and began to fall away due to him merely ripping it off his back, which would explain the many ties and knots as the wrapping fell to the snow.

"Eh Hilda.....I fink we gots sum friens to find."

With that he started running, his massive frame picking up speed as he attempted to close in on the sound. His eyes darting to and fro trying to find a source for the unnatural click.

The half-giant was now at a full out run his massive mace kept in his hands like it was a wooden stick. He wasn't the smartest of living creatures, but that didn't stop him from laying down a swing from his Hilda. He was getting frustrated when he was closing in on some rocks and still not seeing anything. So he began mumbling to Hilda again.

"Hilda this dun got mur fishy....."

He kept running not knowing what else to do excpet head closer to the rocks, they were big and had a tree. He didn't like trees though, they had birds in them and birds liked to land on the half-giant. He hated birds, so with one swift movement he raised his mace at the tree and pointed the end at it while still at a run. Then he raised it above his head and slammed it into the snow by leaping and letting the weight arc down into the snow. An icicle about two feet long and four inches in diameter launched from one of the spikes soared towards the tree.

As the ice slammed into the tree the nameless half-giant laughed with glee, but that soon stopped as something fast was coming. Then he was in darkness which caused him to let out an anguished thundering howl, what the small thing that was quickly within striking distance didn't realize was that just because he had slammed the mace into the snow causing a cloud to rise didn't mean he was going to stop moving.

He was too angered to hear the footsteps coming because of his yell and the sudden darkness, but he would keep moving. As the drow would get closer the giant's own momentum would have caused the huge mass to keep moving and with the mace it would be used as a lever. The giant would rotate his left hand to move to the top as he reached the top of the arch and have his right grip below it tightly, and then thrust his feet straight out causing his back to be facing his right side. This was all in response to the darkness and not the approaching drow. All the half-giant wanted to do was get out of this pitch black. Hilda would grown in protest as being used like a long pole but it was designed to be in the use of a massive wielder.

The attack would be successful, but just not in the desired location. Pain seared across the simple creatures back and then a yell of pure rage followed as he was launched a good ten feet by the combination of a leap and mace. And as soon a she landed he lifted the mace up to his right shoulder and did a shallow diagonal arch in the direction of the source of the slash that now bled down his back. Similar to last time long sharp icicles would form and launch all throughout the swing and because the spikes were not aligned to the center about twenty of them shot out with random trajectories in the general direction of his misfortune. He then saw a little dark man and his eyes squinted at the sight puzzled that he was the cause of his pain. Most if not all would miss but this was all in reaction to suddenly having a blade cut across his back.