She stalks through the foliage, her feet gliding through the damp earth, her breath coming in short silent spurts, her ears cocked to all sounds from the sleeping forest attentive, waiting, impatient.
Her heart beats a crazy rythmn in her chest, an owl hoots a few Paces infront of her, causing her blood to run fast and cold in her veins but she maintains her outward demeanor. No sweat covers her brow, her hand doesnt shake where it holds the spear.
They stalk behind her, their dark fur blending with the leaves and trees, their hateful breaths sending cold shivers down her spine. They are five, she could count them by how their anticipatory sighs swept on her fur, making her shiver.
Almost there, almost there..
Blue monkey steps through the boundary that separates their lands and Aragans lair, all warmth seeps from her body and she turns in one fluid motion sending her spear through one of the minions who is right behind her stupid enough to think she coukd hear, couldnt feel his hatred at the back of her neck. He lets out a cry as dark blue bood flows out of the hole in his chest and he collapses gurgling, the blood soaking the land, her spear is already out aimed at the next one who leaps at her from the shadows, a war cry on his toungue, she holds the spear with both hands and pushes it through his stomach, lifting him up and throwing him behind her shoulder. She stabs another behind her with the back of her spear, pushing him back a few steps but still they hit harder from all sides, some with clubs most with fists, more with gruesome hand made weapons as is the way of the Araga.
The blows bring her to her knees, she sees blood, she tastes blood, her vision blurs as one drives his fist through the side of her neck.
Drawing all pain into her, all rage, shr pictures her brother silver monkey lying there, his body turned to dust, the earth weeping for him, her world dieing for him. The blows keep coming, and still she laughs a painful keening sound…
Then she explodes.