Taking advantage of the creature's momentary confusion she whipped her druid's staff from her back, "Sulia fuere!" Kimba shouted the magical words igniting the tip of the staff in greenish tinged fire. Hurling it like a spear it struck the creature square in its chest setting its greasy, charcoal gray fur aflame. Its anguished howl of pain and fear echoed throughout the foothills as it ran about batting at the flames and bouncing off rocks and trees igniting dry brush before falling in a charred heap.
The acrid reek of burning flesh and hair stung Kimba's nostrils as the remaining five hungry brutes advanced more cautiously. Unsheathing her sword, the druidess held it in a two handed grip swinging it back and forth in great arcs while back stepping keeping the setting sun behind her and the hungry brezu at bay until she felt the cold stone of the rocky outcropping on her back.
A fleeting shadow passed over the closest beast. Shielding its eyes from the sun with its hairy clawed hand, it looked up just in time to see the crude but expertly balanced stone knife flying end over end before burying itself up to the wooden handle in its left eye socket killing it instantly.
Following the knife was its thrower leaping the twenty feet from the rocky outcrop to the trail below. Arms and black cloak outstretched like a giant vampire bat he landed in a crouch in the midst of the parasite ridden, smelly creatures. Sun glinted off steel as the newcomer slashed the curved blade held in his right hand up and out to his right parting flesh and muscle disemboweling one of the brezu. Staying low to avoid a clawed swipe he punched up and to his left with the stone skinning knife protruding from between the pointer and middle fingers of his left hand making solid contact with the swiping beast’s crotch, he twisted the blade. Warm blood and fluids spilled over his hand and arm as he rolled to avoid the howling creature as it fell writhing and howling in pain.
Quickly turning from hunted to hunter Kimba stepped forward slashing her long, slender sword from right to left. She felt an almost imperceptible tug as the razor sharp tip of her weapon passed through fur and hide nicked off bone and came free, ropey strands of thick blood trailing in its wake. She aimed her back swing a bit higher neatly slicing through the already fatally wounded, wide eyed brezu's wind pipe.
Having seen four of their pack slaughtered, the remaining two brezu turned tail and ran. Kimba's rescuer, adrenaline and battle lust still coursing through his blood, took a couple of steps in pursuit before coming to his senses and turning back to the druidess. "Are you alright?" He asked in an elven dialect slightly different then the common elvish. Stooping over one of the dead beasts, he wiped the gore and blood from his blades, suspiciously never taking his sky blue eyes off her.
Still catching her breath Kimba studied the newcomer; his elongated pointed ears poked through long snow white hair that framed a youthful pale ice blue angular elven face. A frost elf, she thought and wondered if she had been rescued from the frying pan only to land in the fire. But there was something about this frost elf, or Timborian elf as they were once called, something that contradicted their unsavory, depraved reputations.
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you," she replied, still unsure of this frost elf's intentions. Then she realized what was different about him; his aura was light and good not dark and sinister like she had been taught frost elves, as a race, were supposed to be...
