A Bounty Hunter's Bundle

A Little Bit of Knowledge About A Fellow Murderer

Before Lincoln sauntered into the see the king the next morning--his head aching--he headed to the forest. He needed to clear his thoughts. Prepare his report of shame. This was one of the few times he had failed. His face, open and without the hat, would bare a sulking expression, the embarrassing cut that had nearly left him without an eye.

"Going somewhere?" A dark, twisted, rich voice purred. Lincoln stopped, and stamped his foot onto the soft ground. Of all the rules and codes he followed, he had missed his biggest one. To always watch his surroundings.

There was nothing he could have done though. The massive brute, that Lincoln had met last night, virtually melted off the tree. This time he was wearing lighter cloths--pale gray. The Bounty Hunter at once pulled his hat tighter over his head, hiding his features, and most of all his disgusting fluffy black hair--that no matter how much he combed or styled always would spring back into curls, that no matter how short he cut, could never seem to get rid of all the tight little swirls and loops.

"Oh what do you want?" Lincoln spit, "I assume Lord Katarin (ca-ta-rin) hired you, and you already know of my failure."

"Don't sulk. I don't have time for bullshit. Your an infamous Bounty Hunter grown up," the man snarled, confirming Lincolns suspicions.

"I'm not sulking, I'm pissed," Lincoln spit, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Not surprised you lost. Your a lot smaller than I imagined."

"Don't," the Bounty Hunter warned, "If there is one thing that pisses me off beyond words...is my height. So I'm not a glorious fucking male, that towers above others. I get the job done. If you want to try and be a dick about it, I will have a fucking arrow in your throat before you can even blink."

The massive warrior gave a low rumbling chuckle. "Feisty. I like it."

"What's your deal, you oversized bastard. To humiliate me. So I didn't kill the cock-sucker. So I wound up with a nasty cut that's going to scar terrible. Come to gloat?"

"Mind that language, you sound like a filthy pig."

"What are you?" Lincoln snarled, "My mother? Fuck you."

The speed of the warrior blinded Lincoln, nor had he noticed how close he had come to the man as he spit threats and vulgar language. Within second Lincoln was hoisted into the air by his throat. He gagged for breath, but then shut his eyes. With a spare second he calmed himself, then launched himself into attack mode.

The brute hardly had a second before Lincoln's boot kicked him in the face. They tumbled to the ground and the Bounty Hunter sprung free from his grasp, before doing a roll and shooting to his feet. He had only managed to draw his massive cross bow, before the death incarnate being was on his feet. Lincoln wanted to swear as he dodged back, trying to by himself time to load the blasted weapon.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the colossal man barked with laughter. Reaching up to rub his hidden face."Killing me is the last thing you will ever want to do."

By now the cross-bow was fully loaded and screaming to be fired. Lincoln was hungry, slightly hung over, and blood hungry. The trigger cried for him to pull it--but he didn't.

"Who are you?"

"Name's Valkyrie."

"You're purpose."

"You already know that. Hired by the king. To help you."

"With what? I went after one man. I failed, it's not a major loss."

"He was part of an organization. Your failing will doom the kingdom. Your the Bounty Hunter. infamous now famous. Your lack of slaughtering him, very well brought us war."

"Fuck you, I didn't bring any war, to anyone--especially my king." He shot the arrow right at the brute's leg. But Valkyrie seemed to only dance out of it's way. Easy. Gracefully.

"You're going to pay for that. I'm suppose to follow you. But now...now I'll beat your face in," he snarled savagely, but Lincoln was already running.