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Thonas bolted upright from where he slept with pain searing through his head, and a trickle of blood on his lip.  He took a quick survey of his surroundings,  and realized Christian was gone.  He knew what the pain meant, he had for eighteen years felt many bumps, bruises and cuts that were not directly inflicted upon him, this pain however, almost consumed him, it was different then the others.  Gathering his senses, Thonas quickly retrieved his sword, dagger and bow, and began running in what he hoped was the in the same direction Christian had gone.

As he entered the forest, Thonas could hear the snapping of branches and the sound of something being drug through the brush.  Drawing his sword, and allowing his eyes to adjust to the change of light within the woods, he followed what he was certain was Christian.  It did not take long for Thonas to find the trail. After all, it was lined with saplings snapped in two; brush disheveled and marks of a body being drug. His concern grew even more, and he found his footsteps coming faster and faster, he knew however, he must remain quiet, else share the same fate as Christian.

With his excelled pace, it were only minutes later he could see the boy being drug behind the massive body of a creature easily two times his size. Christian’s head lolled back and forth, blood oozing from his mouth and head.  Unsure that the boy was even alive, Thonas chose his course.  The sun was just starting to break through the treetops and streaks of light were slicing through the dark like daggers causing difficulty in his visibility.  He knew he could not let the boy be taken from him, and he pressed on. 

Sprinting towards the brute, Thonas leapt over Christian’s slack body while in full swing with his sword.  Having miscalculated his advance, his sword missed its original target and caught the underside of the beast’s arm that was grasping the boy’s shirt. While the monster did let go of the boy, it was far from having a mortal wound. With the attack having not been executed precisely as Thonas had planned, he landed off center and found himself on his knee, with what he now sees is an ogre advancing rapidly with his club raised for attack.

Holding back a gag from the smell emanating from the ogre, Thonas had to make a move, and quickly. Being low to the ground already, he thought it best to roll out from under the swing of the massive club being aimed at his head.  The idea was successful, for the most part; the upward momentum of the club caught Thonas in mid roll and furthered his progression landing him into the trunk of a nearby tree.  While the sudden stop was somewhat painful, it did aid him in getting farther away from the fight, giving him time enough to regain his footing and launch another attack. 

Drawing his dagger from his belt, he took a deep breath and threw it at the ogre hoping to get a vital hit.  He heard a thud and the grunt emanate from the beast as the dagger struck its target. Unfortunately, it appeared it was only a minor strike against the ugly humanoid.  Thonas set off in another sprint, hoping to get behind the monster where he might avoid the wrath of the club now being swung back in forth in front of the ogre, uprooting small trees in hopes of connecting with the mans body. He must have been paying more attention to his thoughts of hunger then where his target had actually gone.  “Two eats for me to-day,” grunted the greasy, black skinned beast.

“Not if I have anything to do about it,” replied Thonas as he managed once again to get behind the immense body slicing his sword through the muscles and tendons at the back of the ogre’s knee. 

The beast let out a grunt that Thonas was unsure if it was for surprise or pain, the ogre toppled having lost control of his leg. Being far from dead however, the ogre rolled himself into a sitting position, swinging his club from one side of his body to the other, completing a rather impassable field of protection around him.

Standing at his ready, sword still drawn, Thonas was unsure of how to proceed. He glanced over his shoulder and found that Christian, lying in a heap, was indeed still breathing. He turned back to the ogre, just as he heard the unmistakable twang of a bow being loosed and the thud of the arrow hitting its target.  Twice more the club swung and twice more there were thuds of arrows striking the ogres body.  The ogre looking rather confused, being that Thonas’ bow was still slung on his back and not in his hand, ceased his swing.  It took his brain a moment to realize he was in fact, dead, and his body collapsed to the ground.

Thonas stood frozen for several minutes, surveying his surroundings, hoping to find the one that aided him in this battle, but he found no one. The archer was nowhere within his sight, he called out, “Who goes there? Show yourself!” He only heard the gurgling of blood rising in the throat of the dead ogre, the forest denizens and Christian, fighting his way back to consciousness.