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Grumpy crept quietly away from the cave. He started thinking up possible diversions to make it easier to get close to one of the priests. It almost made him chuckle. Already planning diversions to pull of a diversion. The ferals were fanning ahead of the priests, which could give him time to get close enough if he came at them from behind while they were focused somewhere else.

He climbed up behind a rock, and started rigging. He was setting up an improvised mini-catapult to be triggered by burning through a rope, letting the shot go off without him being close. It wouldn't hit anything, but it would draw attention up here. He was quite satisfied with the plan until he was about to light the fire. It was then he considered the visibility of a flame at night. He peeked over the rock. The ferals were sniffing about outside the cave, cutting his time short. He probably wouldn't have time to kill anyone, just wound a bit. Pulling a dagger from his boot, he threw it towards the nearest priest. It grazed his neck and the priest fell to the ground, clutching his neck and screaming for help. The ferals turned around almost as one and started running in his general direction.

Knowing he would be seen any second, Grumpy drew another dagger and aimed at the prone priest. It hit his thigh, and the screams was suddenly filled with rage as the priest spotted him. He commanded the ferals in a guttural language, and Grumpy took his cue to start running. One of the remaining priests knelt by his comrade to help him, while the other followed the ferals. It left Grumpy with no other option than running for his life, he had no chance at taking on ten opponents in a fair fight. Not that he ever fought fairly if he had a choice.

They followed him for a short run, before the priest ordered half of them to return with him to the caves. It improved his odds in a fight from «outright suicidal» to «most likely fatal». While he tried to figure out a way to get a few of them away from the rest, they all heard a cry from the direction of the cave. The remaining ferals turned and ran back, with Grumpy cautiously following.

The priest and his three ferals stood outside the cave, looking down upon his two slain brethren, one with a crushed skull and the other having apparently bled out from the knife wounds. He looked far less confident now that he had just a few minutes earlier. Grumpy gloated quietly, until he suddenly realized that something was wrong. He cast a glance backwards and saw the two missing ferals attempting to sneak up on him. As they locked eyes with him, they screeched triumphantly, calling the attention of the remainder. Within seconds, they had him surrounded.

The priest called over to him «You are not the one we are looking for. Surrender, and I will stop my ghouls from ripping you to shreds. If you tell me where she is, I will even let you leave with your life intact.»

Description
Grumpy crept quietly away from the cave. He started thinking up possible diversions to make it easier to get close to one of the priests. It almost made him chuckle. Already planning diversions to pull of a diversion. The ferals were fanning ahead of the priests, which could give him time to get close enough if he came at them from behind while they were focused somewhere else.

He climbed up behind a rock, and started rigging. He was setting up an improvised mini-catapult to be triggered by burning through a rope, letting the shot go off without him being close. It wouldn't hit anything, but it would draw attention up here. He was quite satisfied with the plan until he was about to light the fire. It was then he considered the visibility of a flame at night. He peeked over the rock. The ferals were sniffing about outside the cave, cutting his time short. He probably wouldn't have time to kill anyone, just wound a bit. Pulling a dagger from his boot, he threw it towards the nearest priest. It grazed his neck and the priest fell to the ground, clutching his neck and screaming for help. The ferals turned around almost as one and started running in his general direction.

Knowing he would be seen any second, Grumpy drew another dagger and aimed at the prone priest. It hit his thigh, and the screams was suddenly filled with rage as the priest spotted him. He commanded the ferals in a guttural language, and Grumpy took his cue to start running. One of the remaining priests knelt by his comrade to help him, while the other followed the ferals. It left Grumpy with no other option than running for his life, he had no chance at taking on ten opponents in a fair fight. Not that he ever fought fairly if he had a choice.

They followed him for a short run, before the priest ordered half of them to return with him to the caves. It improved his odds in a fight from «outright suicidal» to «most likely fatal». While he tried to figure out a way to get a few of them away from the rest, they all heard a cry from the direction of the cave. The remaining ferals turned and ran back, with Grumpy cautiously following.

The priest and his three ferals stood outside the cave, looking down upon his two slain brethren, one with a crushed skull and the other having apparently bled out from the knife wounds. He looked far less confident now that he had just a few minutes earlier. Grumpy gloated quietly, until he suddenly realized that something was wrong. He cast a glance backwards and saw the two missing ferals attempting to sneak up on him. As they locked eyes with him, they screeched triumphantly, calling the attention of the remainder. Within seconds, they had him surrounded.

The priest called over to him «You are not the one we are looking for. Surrender, and I will stop my ghouls from ripping you to shreds. If you tell me where she is, I will even let you leave with your life intact.»