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Skrapade ihop en berättelse imorse, bakfull och inspirerad. Ett fåtal grammatiska fel / idéer som inte blev rätt nedskrivna ursäktas. Den levereras som den är och inget mer.
Jug'tar ran. He threw a look over his shoulder and saw them running towards him. He cursed himself yet again for being so stupid. He'd been following the shortfolk for three days when he saw it - a fully functional gun! True, the crystal it had was small and it would take time for it to regenerate, but this was a treasure no one else in his clan had ever even thought of owning. The pride he felt was eradicated when his foot got stuck in a hidden underground passage, most likely built by the squirros that were so common in these lands, and fell. He stumbled up again, and kept running. Those short-folk really could run! They weren't fast but at the pace they had, even if they were a bit slower than Jug'tar, they could run for days, and he didn't know exactly how far his brethren had moved.
Suddenly, he stopped. His face wrought with anger, he took aim at one of the ten short-folk, running with their hands up in the air screaming at him, and shot. The man fell, and Jug'tar had to stop a sudden burst of joy taking over him by turning around and keep running. He glanced at the energy crystal on the gun, and noticed that it was already starting to recharge, but he would have to run for several minutes before it was enough to use it again.
After a while he felt hope. In the distance, he saw his brethren. They'd been out hunting Mammo's for pelt and meat for their clan for about a week now, but hadn't been successful yet. The yurt was laying on the wagon behind his own Rauma, Lusie. Oh, the tears of joy he'd felt when his father first gave her to him. She was a useful creature, the only thing that'd kept them alive this week besides for a few squirro's and berries.
His brothers were closer now, but they were only two. Where was his youngest brother, Kae'then? He couldn't focus his thoughts right now, struggling to take another breath. He kept running for a few steps, but fell. He tried to shoot with the gun again, but it didn't work - it hadn't recharged enough! Facing the shortfolk he realised they would soon be there to end his life.
Suddenly his brothers were by his side, helping him up. They all drew their small knives at the same time, faces saying nothing. Their minds were filled with despair - even if they were simple short-folk they had to kill 3 each. His brothers started howling, but Jug'tar was too focused on the incoming enemies to even notice.
One of the short-folk drew a gun, shooting down the oldest of Jug'tars brothers on his knees. With screams of agony he lay down. There must have been some kind of poison in that one, Jug'tar thought to himself. Screaming to his brother, "Revenge!", he started running forward to the short-folk, but realized the other brother held his arm. "Wait.", he whispered. Jug'tar couldn't understand what a coward to brother he had, but decided to stay put for at least a little bit - he hadn't recovered yet from the previous marathon. The oldest brother stumbled to Lusie and got up on her back to withdraw from the battle to their clan, with what they've manage to salvage during this week.
A rumbling noise was heard. The ground shook hard, everyone instantly took cover, but soon they all realized this wasn't an earthquake. Jug'tar cried out with laughter when he saw his youngest brother riding forth towards their enemies in a vicious rampage, on a smaller mammo! He'd never seen such a silly thing but knew how devastating they could be if you angered them enough. Together with the brother next to him he ran forward to help the younger one.
The battle was even, but Kae'then managed to ride down the short-folk again and again, and even though they weren't hurt due to the Mammo's smaller size, at least they weren't able to fight without constantly being on watch. Jug'tar and the other brother felt despair as they only had the knives to fight with, but Jug'tar managed to stick down one of the short-folk. Now they were only 8 left, but Jug'tar and his brother were locked in parry. Kae'then was struck down by some sort of pike, and the short-folk swarmed the mammo and ended its bleeding misery. The other brother was quickly defeated and killed, but Jug'tar would fight with honor 'till the end! He drew his gun, seeing that he could kill someone with the current energy level, if he was close enough. The enemy saw this as well, walking around him defensively in circles. One of them ran forward, and his head exploded into tiny bits over the entire land. Jug'tar felt raised fists all over his body, and it felt like he was being nailed to the ground by a machine-gun.
The last thing he heard, on stuttery language, was the short-folk leader screaming "You shouldn't have killed my son, barbarian, now your village will suffer!". Jug'tar felt despair yet again, his stupid greed has eradicated his whole clan. The despair turned into ache when his stomache was pierced time and time again by the knife he had worn not so long ago. The pain ran away, and in the end all he felt was ease.
Suddenly, he stopped. His face wrought with anger, he took aim at one of the ten short-folk, running with their hands up in the air screaming at him, and shot. The man fell, and Jug'tar had to stop a sudden burst of joy taking over him by turning around and keep running. He glanced at the energy crystal on the gun, and noticed that it was already starting to recharge, but he would have to run for several minutes before it was enough to use it again.
After a while he felt hope. In the distance, he saw his brethren. They'd been out hunting Mammo's for pelt and meat for their clan for about a week now, but hadn't been successful yet. The yurt was laying on the wagon behind his own Rauma, Lusie. Oh, the tears of joy he'd felt when his father first gave her to him. She was a useful creature, the only thing that'd kept them alive this week besides for a few squirro's and berries.
His brothers were closer now, but they were only two. Where was his youngest brother, Kae'then? He couldn't focus his thoughts right now, struggling to take another breath. He kept running for a few steps, but fell. He tried to shoot with the gun again, but it didn't work - it hadn't recharged enough! Facing the shortfolk he realised they would soon be there to end his life.
Suddenly his brothers were by his side, helping him up. They all drew their small knives at the same time, faces saying nothing. Their minds were filled with despair - even if they were simple short-folk they had to kill 3 each. His brothers started howling, but Jug'tar was too focused on the incoming enemies to even notice.
One of the short-folk drew a gun, shooting down the oldest of Jug'tars brothers on his knees. With screams of agony he lay down. There must have been some kind of poison in that one, Jug'tar thought to himself. Screaming to his brother, "Revenge!", he started running forward to the short-folk, but realized the other brother held his arm. "Wait.", he whispered. Jug'tar couldn't understand what a coward to brother he had, but decided to stay put for at least a little bit - he hadn't recovered yet from the previous marathon. The oldest brother stumbled to Lusie and got up on her back to withdraw from the battle to their clan, with what they've manage to salvage during this week.
A rumbling noise was heard. The ground shook hard, everyone instantly took cover, but soon they all realized this wasn't an earthquake. Jug'tar cried out with laughter when he saw his youngest brother riding forth towards their enemies in a vicious rampage, on a smaller mammo! He'd never seen such a silly thing but knew how devastating they could be if you angered them enough. Together with the brother next to him he ran forward to help the younger one.
The battle was even, but Kae'then managed to ride down the short-folk again and again, and even though they weren't hurt due to the Mammo's smaller size, at least they weren't able to fight without constantly being on watch. Jug'tar and the other brother felt despair as they only had the knives to fight with, but Jug'tar managed to stick down one of the short-folk. Now they were only 8 left, but Jug'tar and his brother were locked in parry. Kae'then was struck down by some sort of pike, and the short-folk swarmed the mammo and ended its bleeding misery. The other brother was quickly defeated and killed, but Jug'tar would fight with honor 'till the end! He drew his gun, seeing that he could kill someone with the current energy level, if he was close enough. The enemy saw this as well, walking around him defensively in circles. One of them ran forward, and his head exploded into tiny bits over the entire land. Jug'tar felt raised fists all over his body, and it felt like he was being nailed to the ground by a machine-gun.
The last thing he heard, on stuttery language, was the short-folk leader screaming "You shouldn't have killed my son, barbarian, now your village will suffer!". Jug'tar felt despair yet again, his stupid greed has eradicated his whole clan. The despair turned into ache when his stomache was pierced time and time again by the knife he had worn not so long ago. The pain ran away, and in the end all he felt was ease.
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