Fuknök raises his battle axe high into the air, releasing his ancestral sent through his exposed and wooly armpits. Head tilted back, mouth open wide, a fluctuating tone is released above the dark hill overlooking the woodland landscape. A queer tone indeed, first high and then traveling low, cesspool of savagery fills the evening air.

Further off away in the bushes, hidden by the many trees, four men wait.
“Aye, see there fellows? Do ye?” Inquired Barukus, a large man of dark hue, behind a fortress of padded leather. “I can smell it, battle we shall this night.”
“Yeeeheheheee, a fresh arse hole tonight aye lads? Aye?” Entöök, a smaller grey masked man to his left exclaimed.
“Oi, make sure you pull out before ye release thou fluid this time, Hitunk’s wang had a stench as foul as fecal harlot.”
“It took me three days to reach a locus where I could wash that rot from me cock.” Hitunk complained, fiddling with his knife while sitting on a tree trunk. He was the smallest of the gang.
To the back right, Yendor, a large and broad shouldered cloaked man stood silently as he gazed into the stars behind that savage upon the hill. A sense of foreboding rushed into his being.
I should be helping this man.



“Come on boys, let us confront this trespasser.” Commanded Barukus.

They walked out of the woodlands and to the base of the hill, Hitunk was snickering as they encroached. Fuknök sent a dark glare, a piercing chill through the nights air. Hitunk chocked, and all lost a step. Barukus unsheathed his sword, as did Entöök, followed shortly by Hitunks silver dagger. Yendor, sharpened his senses and prepared to react.

Barukus gave a signal, and the group split in two. Entöök and Yendor moved towards the back, Barukus and Hitunk took the fore. “What art thou doing this night? It is our territory in which you sneer!” Barukus said.
Fuknök glared, and said nothing.
All the men were nearly in position. “Arrrrrr, he doesn’t speak. We’ll make him scream something when his arms have been cut off, so too his ankles. Taking turns penetrating his anus!” Hitunk threatened.
Feeling uncomfortable with these foul creatures sending forth vibrations in such a manner, he suddenly strikes.

Fuknök backswings and decapitates the grey masked man to his back left. Yendor senses the sudden change and moves out of the way in time. The two in front try to stab him with dagger and sword. He continues around three hundred and sixty degrees, slicing off the small mans leg. He moves into a defensive position in time to block the large leathered mans blow.

They both exert force, pushing each other backwards. They watch. The magician puts up a defensive shield, preventing any damage from being incurred.

Fuknök charges the large man in padded leather and does a straight striking forward attack with both hands, hitting him in the center of the face with the spike at the center of his battle axe. Barukus's nose implodes and his eyes cross, extending from their sockets. He ejaculates a loud blood curdling scream as he falls to the dark grassy ground. Fuknök turns around, but the magician has vanished.

Fuknök walks over to the padded man and positions himself in an area above his head. His body is twitching and a strange noise is coming from his mouth. Fuknök chops downward, splitting his head in half. Blood squirts upward. Fuknök showers in the life liquid.

The small theify man is bleeding badly, his leg is missing. He is silently sobering as he tries to crawl away from the scene. Fuknök walks toward him and kicks him over so he is lying on his back. He uses the spike to smash downwards, crushing Hitunks testicles. A silent and continual gasp is released as his eyes bulge and blood pours from between his les. Grinning, Fuknök walks to an area above his head and decapitates both of his arms in the time span of two seconds. Hintunks one legged torso flops around as it gasps in horror. Fuknök sees Hitunks silver dagger shining in the grass, he walks over and picks it up. Reaching into the thiefy fellows mouth, he pulls out Hitunks tongue as far out as he can, and slices. Blood is gushing out of his mouth as Fuknök chuckles. Kneeling down over Hitunks face, he slices the upper half of Hitunks eye and puts it into the palm of his hand, then crushes it. He jabs his knife strait into the remaining eye. Barely alive, Fuknök leaves him to his fate.