Sometimes You Can't Get a Break....

The air was quiet around the town, the only thing that could be heard was the "crackling" of the fires that darted the rooftops of some houses and the ground. The small town, covered in a large forest, had been attacked by two creatures. Ogres. The towns people didn't stand much of a chance against the beasts. Although they were stupid, their strength was unmatchable. The peaceable townspeople had little to defend themselves with and being so isolated, there was no one they could go to get immediate help. Most of population was killed by the two beasts in a matter of hours, their bodies lay wasted in various parts of the street...if not in their home where the beasts had gone into one by one to pillage and destroy.

Only a hand full were able to escape in one piece. Their mission: To perhaps gain help from the people in a town 30 miles away in hopes that their loved ones may be saved. However, no help should come in time to save those in need, and so such help would prove quite in-vain. The town did send a single person to aid those who were now dead. She had not yet arrived yet...but she would soon learn the tragic end of those who waited...and at the same time would be in a pit of danger all herself. The ogres, who were large, grey skinned, and extremely muscular in their physic, wore nothing but small leather piece of cloth to cover there neither regions and some bits of metal that lined their wrists. One wore a spiky leather cap. Their intelligence restricted them from doing much more. It seemed they had left the area, back to their lair...however, they were still in the town...hiding. Awaiting whomever may come into their now claim territory to attack.

Given word from her master that she was to help a town that had been assaulted by Ogres, Iroha hurried towards the town as fast as her wings could carry her. She knew that every second she wasted would be another person's life. Even though Iroha wasn't quite human, she still had empathy for their suffering, and she would've gone even if her master had told her not to. She was confident she could take on a stupid ogre with her skills.

As she flew over the town, she saw it desecrated. Dead bodies lay strewn across the ground and blood splattered the walls of what buildings still stood. Iroha let out a choked cry. What senseless destruction! She knew the monsters were still close. She could feel their malice and the evil that soaked into their flesh. The crane also knew she couldn't just charge in and try to fight them. Ogres were stupid but extremely powerful. Fighting them head on wasn't going to be a good plan.

So Iroha flew to the forest just outside the village and transformed back into her human form. She hid behind a big bush, watching the town carefully for any movement. Her butterfly swords were ready in her hands. She gripped them tightly. She waited and got ready to strike the second an ogre appeared, waiting to see first how many there were and exactly how strong they were before running in to fight them.

One of the ogres had spotted the crane that hovered above the town through one of windows of the building it had set up camp in. It just waking from the previous nights' feast. The beast thought i a bit odd that a bird of such species would come here; to such desolate place covered in nothing but death and destruction. Regardless, the crane had intrigued the large beast enough that it got to its feet, making loud grunting sounds as it did to move his muscular mass. In one hand, it brought what seemed to be the leftovers of what it had to eat recently, a human. The section it possessed was a whole tight that the orge gnawed on it like a drumstick as it grabbed its large club and started to walk. The club was a large and heavy single piece of wood, but grew out into a bulbous shape at the end. It shaved up the wood along the building before the ogre traveled outside where it made constant and random "Bump bump bump bump" sounds as it vibrated over the cobble stone stone work of the town.

The ogre did not know where his partner had went off to...perhaps he was in another building, in the woods, or even back at the lair filling himself or sleeping off his fill from what the townspeople had given him as far as food, themselves. The ogre made it's way to the outskirts of the town remember approximately the place it believed it saw the crane, although given its intelligence...it was way off. Still groggy from his wake, the large ogre yawned loudly as it flexed is rather huge arms (it would need such massive arms in order to swing that club around) and looked up at the sky. The crane had disappeared, perhaps by his presence. This made the ogre grunt in a bit frustration, having coming all the way out here for nothing. It chomped it off the last piece of flesh from the thigh it had been holding and tossed the large bone away...the sound of it bouncing off the cobblestone could be heard a few times before it rolled in front of a large bush.

Iroha saw the one ogre wandering around the town. It seemed to notice her flying in, but it was probably too stupid to figure out where she went. Either way, she still had the element of surprise, but not nearly as much as before. Iroha wanted to just sneak up on the ogre and slit its throat, but now that seemed impossible. But she could still do a killing blow. All she had to do was jump in and bury the tips of her blades into the ogre's shoulders, and the tips should be able to pierce its heart. That was what she decided to do.

Once the ogre turned around, she would burst out of the bush and charge at the ogre with all her speed. She was fast and quiet, probably enough to get close to land that blow. She ran like she was flying, and once she got close she jumped. Both her blades raised above her head, Iroha stabbed downwards, aiming to bury her blades into two spots, one into the ogre's shoulder to try and pierce its heart, and the second to stab the back of his neck to try and sever his spine.

The ogre was still hungry, given that its mean for the night before was already eaten and digested. Certainly the meat on the thigh bone wasn't going to be enough. Eating something like a whole human would be more desirable. Perhaps there was still a body laying somewhere on the ground which the ogre could drag back eat....Indeed. The ogre coincidentally turned back towards the way of the forest, the way he was just looking, to start to look for a dead body. Unfortunately, all the ogre saw as women charging at him with her blades ready to bring down upon this person. Instinctively, the ogre yelped and tightened the muscles in his arm. It was just enough to pull up the club in front of him, before the women came slashing down upon him. The ogre could feel one the blades piece into thick of his club, threatening to go through it. The other did the same as well, however the tip of the blade came close enough to the ogres skin to nip it, causing a slight cut and drawing blood. Both the blades had been driven into the club to be lodged in it. They weren't going to come out anytime soon. The ogre, enraged by this sneak attack, suddenly used his free hand in order to push at the back of the club, forcing the woman to violently pushed away...blades and club as well...back into the outside wall of a destroyed building. "Kahhhhhhh!!!!" The ogre screamed out in rage.