Reincarnated as a chicken

Clash

The East, War Monger's Fort

A cloaked figure walked through the hallways of the fort nonchalantly. This figure was supposed to be hurriedly sneaking around, checking room by room for what he was searching for but that was simply too much of a hassle for him. He preferred to be slow and laid-back. He basically had all the time in the world to complete his mission after all. When he came across a huge door protected by two kobold guards, he assumed he found his target.

"Hey there!"

He yelled, waving at the kobolds. They looked at each other, confused then back at him.

"I am referring to you two obviously. Do you see anyone else present?"

The two guard began to bark at him.

"Um... I don't understand your language. Sorry, but I need the person behind that door."

He appeared behind both kobolds and placed his hands on their shoulders. The two were immediately petrified with fear and ears flinched.

"You see, if you just let me through, nothing bad will happen."

One guard started barking again.

SNAP

The kobold fell on the ground, dead.

"I warned you."

He walked towards the door and opened it. The other kobold guard fell on his knees, crying out of fear. He had just met a monster and he knew for sure that there was no surviving. He couldn't even muster up the will to bark, let alone run. This was the end. The message came to him bright as day when he looked at his partner.

When the strange person entered, he was met with a huge room, filled with a ginormous bed and all sorts of necessities for a princess. He scanned the room and sitting on the bed while staring at him with an annoyed expression was an ogress. She was dressed in baggy white robes. She had dark-grey skin with two short black horns protruding from her head. Her irises shown a brilliant golden and her straight hair that reached down to her back was violet. She was Kara, the ogre tyrant's youngest child.

"Who are you and how dare you enter here without permission or notice?"

The man looked around the room while whistling.

"Quite the nice place, you've got. Will be a shame when it all gets destroyed though."

"Huh? Answer my question. Or else..."

The girl's skin crackled with powerful purple lightning as she glared at the man. The man rose his hand as a form of surrender.

"Sheesh. Tone it down. I am a friend of your father. You can call me Grimm."

The stranger who named himself as Grimm then got closer to the girl. She wanted to shoot a bolt at him to warn him not to get too close, but her the lightning suddenly disappeared. She looked down on her body, confused, but couldn't find anything out of the ordinary.

"You... what have you done to me?"

"I just blocked your Magic circuits with my ice needles. Don't worry its temporary. Now, I just need to slow down your blood flow and you will be feeling dizzy, riiight abooouuut... Now."

"Eh? What are you talki-"

She spun about and fell face flat on her bed. He went over and touched her forehead. She was definitely as cold as ice. He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder.

"Are you done?"

A voice asked and turned his head. The owner of the voice was a fat man with goat legs, a scruffy brown goatee with leave green eyes and little goat horns protruding from his curly haired head.