Bruk was lost.
Not that this was much of an issue for the Orc, he didn't exactly have a set destination. Indeed, after Forest Gump had finally escaped the Ixchel Wilds he had picked a direction and just started walking. If there was an obstacle, he went around it*. If there was food around, he ate it. If there were people around, well...
“LOOK WAT UZE 'AVE DONE!”
The trio of travellers looked both perplexed and terrified. One's head darted around trying to find whatever crime they had seemingly committed in the eyes of this creature. The other stared up at the broad Orc, wringing his hands like a feverish mangle whilst he shook his head wildly. The last had gone completely still, perhaps reckoning that Bruk's vision was based upon movement. Hey, you never know, it could work.
“Whu-whu-whu-”
“UZE BLIND?! LOOK HARDA'!” Bruk declared in his usual booming tones, pointing squarely at the wheels of the travelling cart that they had parked at the side of the road.
This perplexed the unfortunate travellers.
“T-t-the c-c-c-c-c-cart?! We-we werejusttakingabr-”
“YOU SQUISH DA FLOWERS!”
“What?” The second one squeaked in disbelief, which was fair, it wasn't very often that Orcs were seen to be very protective of flowers.
A rugged green hand shot out and gripped the head of the incredulous one. There was a small squeal, then more of a wicked scream as Bruk picked up the second traveller by the head and proceeded to slam it off of the ground next to the back cart wheel, which then, of course, produced a wonderful crack.
“NOW YOU SEE!”
The first one ran while the second remained as still as humanly possible, silently he was thankful that he had worn his brown trousers upon this journey. However when the Orc gave chase to his running friend it seemed as if his tactic had worked, and so he continued staying very very still.
“BRUK AVENGE DA FLOWERS!”
“GREAT ASTRA PRESERVE US! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTH-”
The first traveller had many regrets in his life, but the most pressing one that went through his mind as Bruk collided with him was that he didn't do enough cardio. The discomfort of being tackled and then mounted by an Orc didn't last terribly long, as very large twin green hams smashed down upon his face more times than was completely necessary.
“GUARDIAN OV DA FOREEEEEEEEST!!!”
Great stonking footsteps came towards the third and final of the trio. Each step shaking the traveller's faith, every tremble bringing forth long-buried life regrets. All he had to do was believe that standing still would work and that the mentally unstable, flower-loving Orc would just go away and then he could live the rest of his life with a renewed sense of vigour. He would tell his wife and children all the things he'd always meant to, finally relent and get a family dog, he would write a letter to his practically abandoned grandmo-
And then his head was crushed like a melon.
*There may have been a boat.
Not that this was much of an issue for the Orc, he didn't exactly have a set destination. Indeed, after Forest Gump had finally escaped the Ixchel Wilds he had picked a direction and just started walking. If there was an obstacle, he went around it*. If there was food around, he ate it. If there were people around, well...
“LOOK WAT UZE 'AVE DONE!”
The trio of travellers looked both perplexed and terrified. One's head darted around trying to find whatever crime they had seemingly committed in the eyes of this creature. The other stared up at the broad Orc, wringing his hands like a feverish mangle whilst he shook his head wildly. The last had gone completely still, perhaps reckoning that Bruk's vision was based upon movement. Hey, you never know, it could work.
“Whu-whu-whu-”
“UZE BLIND?! LOOK HARDA'!” Bruk declared in his usual booming tones, pointing squarely at the wheels of the travelling cart that they had parked at the side of the road.
This perplexed the unfortunate travellers.
“T-t-the c-c-c-c-c-cart?! We-we werejusttakingabr-”
“YOU SQUISH DA FLOWERS!”
“What?” The second one squeaked in disbelief, which was fair, it wasn't very often that Orcs were seen to be very protective of flowers.
A rugged green hand shot out and gripped the head of the incredulous one. There was a small squeal, then more of a wicked scream as Bruk picked up the second traveller by the head and proceeded to slam it off of the ground next to the back cart wheel, which then, of course, produced a wonderful crack.
“NOW YOU SEE!”
The first one ran while the second remained as still as humanly possible, silently he was thankful that he had worn his brown trousers upon this journey. However when the Orc gave chase to his running friend it seemed as if his tactic had worked, and so he continued staying very very still.
“BRUK AVENGE DA FLOWERS!”
“GREAT ASTRA PRESERVE US! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTH-”
The first traveller had many regrets in his life, but the most pressing one that went through his mind as Bruk collided with him was that he didn't do enough cardio. The discomfort of being tackled and then mounted by an Orc didn't last terribly long, as very large twin green hams smashed down upon his face more times than was completely necessary.
“GUARDIAN OV DA FOREEEEEEEEST!!!”
Great stonking footsteps came towards the third and final of the trio. Each step shaking the traveller's faith, every tremble bringing forth long-buried life regrets. All he had to do was believe that standing still would work and that the mentally unstable, flower-loving Orc would just go away and then he could live the rest of his life with a renewed sense of vigour. He would tell his wife and children all the things he'd always meant to, finally relent and get a family dog, he would write a letter to his practically abandoned grandmo-
And then his head was crushed like a melon.
*There may have been a boat.