THE LEGION- Uprising

CHAPTER THREE

The Denet woke up. Something had changed. But he could not place what.

His eyes picked the sound of things flying in air. No. Some were falling.

Soon, a spear landed and bounced off his shoulders. He picked it up and studied it.

Quaf metal...

He never really liked the Quaf tribe. Growling, he looked around and saw that he has slept at the foot of the cliff of Dermtod. And more spears were falling. So was a being.

From the shape of his face bones and ear, he was clearly from a Brai  village. But another thing was weird. This Brai had a weapon.

Young as he was, he still knew the Brai's hated for anything that looked like a weapon. He must have angered the Quaf camp.

The Brai landed and rolled away. The spears hit the ground where he landed and would have killed him if he had not rolled away.

Some spears somehow hit the Denet. That angered him the more.

Leaping up at up to 2,000 feet, he grabbed the cliff and launched himself again.

This time landed in the middle of the Quafs.

They looked at him in shock. First, they didn't chase a Denet. It was a Brai they were after. Second, this was not just any Denet. He had green eyes.

The oldest of them, probably their commander was about to apologize. But then a young one gave a loud war cry and jumped at the Denet. Flashing his knife.

Other Quafs followed the younger one. The Denet eyes glazed over. The commander face-palmed himself. Knowing they were doomed.

The Denet twisted round, grabbed one Quaf and spun round with him. Knocking about seven soldiers away. He threw that one aside like a rag doll.

Another Quaf came from behind, position the knife for a kill. Upon contact with the Denet back, the knife shattered.

The Denet turned to the Quaf, caught his wrist and tore it out of his hands. Using his claws, he tore the head out of three Quafs, with only one swipe

Still that same moment, he sunk one hand into the mid section of two Quafs. With the other hand he grabbed another one smashing him to the ground

Six Quafs leaped at him at once, He grabbed them with both his hands. Like a bear hug. Then spun on the balls of his feet and threw them over the cliff.

As the massacre was going on, Maddox was still gathering himself to climbing up the hill. Then he saw about six Quafs falling over the cliffs as if they've been thrown overboard.

Preparing his jorl, as a Quaf fell near him he smashed back, sending the Quaf's brain flying 500 feet. Two other Quafs landed on rocks. Splattering their internal organs on the floor. The other the landed on their feet, but were still disoriented from the fall.

Using that opportunity, Maddox swooped low with the jorl and wiped out all three pairs of legs.

Then he started climbing up the cliff. He could still hear the sounds of battle up.

Using the rope and his jorl, he was very fast in the climb. In about 3 minutes he got to the top. And saw piles of dead bodies.

Then he saw the young Denet that did all this alone. Some Quaf soldiers were creeping behind the Denet. Maddox threw the jorl. The pointed side hit the first, second and third ones, the fourth one was stunned. As he turned to look for his mates, he met a full fisted punch face-on.

Those were the last of the soldiers. The Denet turned to look at Maddox.

Maddox looked at it and gasped. Stumbled back, tripped over some dead bodies and landed on his back.

A green eyed Denet..... The cursed one