Demon hunters- Killing Payla-Part 4

 
We rode swiftly away, not looking back to see if anyone was following us. All we wanted to do was escape and hole-up somewhere, where we could sleep and rest. We have been fighting for the last 48 hours non-stop and we were weary.

We rode into the mountains and looked for a place where we could park our flying motorbike. We were lucky as we saw an outcrop near an opening on the ragged mountain side. As we neared the outcrop, we saw that it was in front of a cave. We landed there and immediately checked out the cave. It was not too deep, just a hole on the mountain wall that was twelve feet across at most, but it would do for us at that precise moment.

It was cold though and I shivered even though my jacket and pants were thick. I also had a good fur lined boots on. Amelia was dressed the same although she favoured leather. She too shivered as the wind whistled through the jagged rocks on the mountain side.

I gathered a few kindling strewn outside the cave and placed them on the floor. Unfortunately we didn’t have a match. I could only look sadly at the pile of brittle wood.
Amelia went to sit in the middle of the cave, crossed her legs and seemed to meditate. I looked at her curiously. In all the years I knew her, she had never done that.

Out of her finger tips came blue flame, startling me, and she motioned to the kindling. The pile of wood immediately caught fire.  I stared, stupefied.

“I was the student of a shaman before I enlisted, Grace,” she answered the questions in my mind. I know all about Shamans. They were people with great magical power and can be formidable fighters. With Amelia this was made greater by her High Mountain Tauren ancestry. Although she was all human physically she had the strength and traits of this race.

I was born of the humans who fled to Stormwind from the Orcs. Stormwind soon became the capital of Azeroth. I was told that I had Tauren strains somewhere in my bloodline.

I sat there trying to get warm by the flickering flame. I was also quite hungry and visions of a roasted leg of pork seemed to taunt me. I sighed we were fighting the scums of Azeroth in a world not our own and it seemed like it would never end.
Suddenly, the sounds of flapping wings sounded…Amelia and I bounded up, our hands automatically grabbing our guns.

To be continued…