Lordmikel
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Dominic traveled through the forest. Those who saw him would see a tall man with dark hair, clad in light armor. But they would probably also notice his sword. It was quite large, probably wielded two handed. Dominic had the look of someone who knew how to use it too. But he also seemed to blend into the shadows as he walked. The sun was slowly setting and it was getting more dangerous, but Dominic didn't care, he did tend to be the toughest thing around.
As he strode down the path, he could smell them long before he saw them. Ogres, and they did smell. They weren't laying in wait for unaware travelers. Which that seemed strange. He did then wonder what they might be doing.
Faster than one would have though Dominic had climbed a tree and seemed to start to travel along the treetops. Soon enough he was over the camp of the ogres. There were four of them, but he could tell there were more earlier.
Then he spotted their prisoner. Female ... and one of his own kind. He watched for a few seconds and then decided it was time to bring hell to these ogres as he leaped down to attack.
His first attack was the downward stroke of his sword. It struck the ogre in the head and kept coming down, splitting the ogre clean in half. The next attack was a sweeping motion, as a second ogre was also cleaved in two.
By now the remaining two ogres were aware they were in trouble. The first reached for his club, a weapon even larger than the sword, but it did little good as Dominic first cut off the arm, the club dropping to the ground. The next giant swing removed its head.
That left one ogre remaining as Dominic turned towards it. Ogres are not known for their intelligence, but survival it did have as it decided to turn and run. But Dominic couldn't have any of that as he pulled a dagger, throwing it and watched as it caught the ogre in the neck, killing it instantly as it fell.
Wiping his sword down and sheathing it, Dominic drew a second dagger to cut through the ropes of the captor. "Are you all right?"
As he strode down the path, he could smell them long before he saw them. Ogres, and they did smell. They weren't laying in wait for unaware travelers. Which that seemed strange. He did then wonder what they might be doing.
Faster than one would have though Dominic had climbed a tree and seemed to start to travel along the treetops. Soon enough he was over the camp of the ogres. There were four of them, but he could tell there were more earlier.
Then he spotted their prisoner. Female ... and one of his own kind. He watched for a few seconds and then decided it was time to bring hell to these ogres as he leaped down to attack.
His first attack was the downward stroke of his sword. It struck the ogre in the head and kept coming down, splitting the ogre clean in half. The next attack was a sweeping motion, as a second ogre was also cleaved in two.
By now the remaining two ogres were aware they were in trouble. The first reached for his club, a weapon even larger than the sword, but it did little good as Dominic first cut off the arm, the club dropping to the ground. The next giant swing removed its head.
That left one ogre remaining as Dominic turned towards it. Ogres are not known for their intelligence, but survival it did have as it decided to turn and run. But Dominic couldn't have any of that as he pulled a dagger, throwing it and watched as it caught the ogre in the neck, killing it instantly as it fell.
Wiping his sword down and sheathing it, Dominic drew a second dagger to cut through the ropes of the captor. "Are you all right?"