Thread: West Meets East, Z'ar Edar (E404UserNotFound and Chaos Eclipse)

Arrows flew through the forest, stinging and humming likes bees as they flew by the trunks of the trees. Some of them found their marks, others, embedding themselves into the white trunks of the trees or to eventually find landing within the leaves of the forest floor. Barrages of flying arrows come from both sides of the battle and as the four marksmen from JeKarrs force kept the enemy busy, he and several of his other men snuck around on either side, preparing to flank the ones whom they were attacking. One of the Arkivi, the largest of the group was standing behind the trunk of a tree with his foot on top of a females chest, holding her to the ground and growling a command at some of the others around him. Ordering them to stay put and not runthey would make better targets if they moved. It was best to hide. At his side, he held a long sword made of bone, deadly sharp and very strong. He was prepared to protect the three that they had with his life if necessary while his warrior took out the attackers. JeKarr smirked somewhat at this man as he hid in the trees nearby, his spear held, ready to strike. They were weak, there were only seven men in all now that two were dead, and it would be easy pickings for his more experienced scouts. The wild clans never were that good at fighting more organized units. Near his feet, though he hadnt noticed, was Lina, lying under the brush from her roll just moments before, and in the heat of the battle that was now almost on top of her, he hadnt noticed the strange creature at his feet. Stepping forward slowly and sneaking through the leaves, he made a motion with his hand and the rest of his warrior stood from their hiding spots and charged on the enemy ranks. One of his men caught an arrow to the chest right away, the other were more lucky. Now that the distance was closed, the slaughter was commencing. Arkivi men that were fighting over the top of the frightened females had their chests torn open by the spear or sword of one of the scouts and Jekarr himself had buried his spear into the abdomen of the larger, Alpha Male that stood with one foot on top of what was apparently his mate. He was content, the battle had gone quickly and more easily than he had anticipated and the females seemed unharmed. One of them started to get off of the ground and come to her knees, frightened and looking up at the ones who had just raided their small family. JeKarr smirked, turning to the female and started to walk towards her, but as he did one of the males who he had thought were dead reached up with a long knife and sliced him on the back of his thigh. With a howl of pain he turned to look down at the male and snarled, kicking at his hand with his good foot, knocking the knife awayand before he could crawl away, JeKarr came down roughly, his knee striking the side of his face, his natural armor helping him crush the head of the man underneath. He growled in frustration and looked at the female who had distracted him. Stupid cunt! he growled loudly as he walked up on the female, limping now because of his leg, but once he made it to her he struck out roughly with the other end of his spear, striking her across the side of her face and busting her lip. Tie them up! he said with a growl, turning around and throwing his spear to the ground, looking at his leg in aggravation. Quickly he turned around and grabbed the one he had struck and grabbed at her top, jerking it and ripping it from her body as he started to tie it around his leg to stop the bleeding. She was wearing only a brief fur top, but it would be enough for now. As things had started to calm down the females were being bound with long lengths of rope wrapping around their neck and down their back to hold their wrists in place, they were stripping of whatever clothing they had on them and forced to stand in a small group. Whenever one fought back, she was struck. It wasnt uncommon for something like this to occur, especially in the wilds where females were traded between clans very often by this same manner. As he prepared to order his men to leave he paused, standing near the edge of where they had entered into the small clearing, there was a strange scent in the airsomething wholly unfamiliar, something alien. It was sweet along stinging scent almost like it was a soap or perfumebut it was like nothing he had every smelt. He held up one hand to alert his men, and weaponless as he was he started to stalk forward, walking quietly, searching for the source.