Fire lanced out of my battle axe as I brought it downupon the ground. I howled in anger and launched myself directly at my attackers. I could feel the sharp blades cut though my clothing and meet my skin. My eyes burned like red fire and, once more, I howled in anger. I swung my great battle axe and the small clearing was lit with blue fire.
Finally, I stood alone in the midst of dead bodies. I smiled slightly, shouldered my axe, turned, and walked away from the clearing. I walked quickly until I finally reached a small village. It was small, thouh I couldn't quite determine it's name. The houses were fairly small, not much on them. People and animals both walke the streets. I glanced around slightly, just a brief movement of my head, then I walked into one of the ale houses that shadowed all the other, smaller houses. I sat at one of the free tables and signalled for a drink of whiskey. I would have sat with someone at another table, as there were many tourists here, but I did not wish to bother them.
I leaned back in my chair with my bottle of whiskey and listened to the talk around me. "Did you here?" asked a man sitting at the table next to me. "The nighttime Prowler has been seen again!"
"The Nighttime Prowler?" exclaimed a woman, her voice filled with only slight fear. "Where?"
"In the city of Gorozone," the man's voice dropped to something barly over a whisper and I strained my ears to here what else being said. "It's not that far from here, is it?"
"No, it's not," the woman whispered. "We'll be dead, all of us if it comes here next."
"So many would think," the man whispered. "But, maybe we'll get lucky. Maybe it won't come here? Maybe i'll skip us? What if that happens Cherise?"
The woman named Cherise snorted softly. "I doubt it. It's never skipped a nearby city before, has it? I don't think we'll get lucky."
Yes, I thought. Believe what you will, while you can. Soon, you will all be dead. I smiled slighty. I sipped gingerly at my whiskey while I thought of what I should do to them. Kill them obviously, as that was what my plan always was. I reached down slowly and took the handle of my battle axe that leaned up against my thigh.
Heads turned to look at me at my sudden movement and they seemed to realize, within a moments time, who I really was. "The Prowler! It's the Prowler"
