Demon Hunters: Slayers Part 4

In the distance we saw the 10 other soldiers approach in the vehicles. They all looked pumped up, their muscles rippling under their leather jackets and armour. The women among them were clad in the same uniforms, without the muscles of course. They were lithe, voluptuous soldiers who were almost terrible in their beauty.

I was envious of their beauty at times as I was short and a little on the plumb side; not endowed with beauty but with a zeal to serve. My father was a soldier, one of the defenders of Stormwind during the time of the old King, Varian Wrynn. And being the only child, I wanted to carry on his legacy.

The ten other soldiers landed their vehicles on a flat rock on top of the mountain overlooking the camp far before us. We stood there looking at the hordes. We could smell them even from the distance; the smell of death and decay.

“There are too many of them. Do you think we could take them all in?” one of the huge man asked Amelia, his voice like stones grating on granite. His hands caressed his huge and terrible gun restlessly as if he could not wait to use them.

“We have to try,” Amelia said, staring up at the gigantic man. He flinched a little at her sharp retort. Two other women approached Amelia. They stood there in a tableau before the rising sun and I could not help but admire the scene; they were like a trinity of fiery beauty.

“We will rest for the day and attack at sundown,” Amelia said, adding that they had to rest well before the battle so that they would not be disadvantaged by weariness. Riding the whole night was not really a glide in the clouds.

We went under the shadows of the jagged protrusions of rocks around the flat area, hiding from whoever might pass overhead. Some of us took out our energy food to eat as breakfast while others leaned back and closed their eyes.

Jademere and I shared a shade while Amelia and the two other women soldiers shared another. They were talking intently together and I gathered that they were both of high rank in the army and were planning some strategies.

Suddenly we heard whimpering from one side of the area where the rocks were gathered more densely. Jademere looked at me, a little frightened and I put my finger to my lips. We carefully stood up and investigate the sound without attracting the attention of the other soldiers.

As we neared the outcrop of rocks, we saw movement and heard a low groan. Without hesitation, we ran to investigate and to our surprised it was a bloodied being. We went nearer and saw that it was an Elf, that looked so broken and bloodied that it looked like a big rag doll.

I stopped short as the figure rolled on to its back. It was Tygermire…all bloodied and broken, his face was raw and his hair was matted in blood.

Jademere screamed.

To be continued...