Tsix - Dwarven Hunter, Part 1 of 4

It was morning, it was quiet, it was the stillness right before mayhem. In the distance, birds could be heard singing their morning grace, the trees gently made their brushing sounds as their wooden arms moved from the soft breeze. It was perfect, a wonderful morning for battle.

Tsix, a dwarven hunter, stood, in battle wore armor and rifle in hand, admiring the scene. His pet, a wolf, Perseus sat right beside him licking the blood off his paws from the slab of meat he ate earlier. "Perseus, my lad, good day for battle, is it not? Tsix said as he gently pat Perseus' head. Across the battle field, the horde were getting ready just as the Alliance were. With General Krakork busy on campaigns in the hellish Outland, General Gorax took the lead for this battle. Fires were made as the Orcs, Trolls, Tauren and the rotted Undead fighters started their war blessings. "FOR THE HORDE" they all yelled a yell that shaked the ground. General Gorax, covered in heavy plate armor, raised his great axe into the air and yelled in his own tongue, "Lok'tar ogar!, FOR THE HORDE!, Lok'tar ogar!", Victory or Death, which was their motto.

The Alliance, also in their pre-battle rituals, gathered around. Tsix, being a loner, stood in the far back not really paying attention. Captain Danuvin, of The People's Militia, had prepared a speech to rally his fellow warriors, Danuvin wasn't known for his outstanding battles but he wanted to change that so requested he be in this one. "Grab Your Weapon And Raise It Into The Sky, For Honor, For Glory!" Captain Danuvin shouted. Tsix didn't join the group's cheer; he stood there with Perseus at his side and simply grinned. They are young, most of them, many will die but this is war, Tsix thought to himself. Perseus' ears turned toward the battle field, "I hear it too lad, the drums of war" Tsix calmly said to his wolf.

General Gorax had his blood hungry horde ready, they were always ready for battle, it was the greatest honor they can have. The Taurens were playing their drums loudly, the drums of war, the warning of doom. They knew the fine art of battle down to the very last detail, the horde were always preparing and training. Even though both the Alliance and Horde have worked together, there were still battles between them; the two enemies had fought outside enemies many times, but this day it would be only them.

Tsix made his way toward a small group of trees, he always liked to see the battlefield and plan his attack before jumping into the blood soaked battle. It was one reason he has survived so many countless battles. Perseus has had his share of battles as well, the wolf was mid-aged with many scars and a few deaths, Tsix knew a very nice spell to resurrect his pet but sadly it doesn't work to well on anything else, this spell has been passed down from many great dwarven hunters. There have been other spells as well, a spell which places Arcane on a shot or one that places types of infections on the shot. Tsix had many tricks to play with; Hunters were some of the best in battle. The rifle which he used, Envoy of Mortality, was found off of the deadly necromancer, Kel'Thuzad. It was an amazing rifle, big, spiky, and powerful. Only a skilled Hunter could handle such a weapon.

Lok'tar ogar! Mok'nathal! Tsix could hear it as if he was standing next to General Gorax himself. Tsix knew very little of the Orcish language, but he understood that call, "Victory or Death! The Sons of Nath, only the most honored were Sons of Nath" Tsix said as if being a narrator to an event. "Easy lad" Tsix calming said to his mighty wolf, he was hungry and ready for battle.

Captain Danuvin had sent men out in the front of the organized group of fighters. Some call this line "meat shield", they suffered the most injuries. Behind those, were the better trained, Warriors, Paladins, Mages and Druids near the back to heal the wounded and resurrect the fallen worth bringing back. Captain Danuvin could not get any other fighters for this campaign, the Warlocks were busy on other campaigns and the Rogues were always busy. Tsix was the only Hunter, the only highest level trained in the art of battle. A good fight was never turned down by Tsix, experience is always welcomed and of course, the loots. The others were mid-level in their life, only a handful had their share of battles. The majority didn't even have a single scar. This was also the case with the Horde, both sides were weeding out the weak in a way.

Time seemed to slow down; the wind slowly picked up and made plants dance. Birds flew over the field, somehow they knew what was going on, they were hoping for food. You could see each fighter's chest move out and in, taking heavy breaths, they were ready. The moment the battle begun, as if it had appeared out of no where, the yells echoed the lands as if the Gods their selves were speaking. The first 2 that clashed, a Human Warroir and a Massive Orc Warrior, seemed to move in slow motion as they both raise their might weapons into the air, both with the same battle face, both thinking of nothing else but to see the others blood sprayed across the ground, they're minds were focused. The sun glared off the smooth steel of the Human's great sword and the air seem to be cut as then Orc's mighty axe came down upon the human, burying the sharp edge deep into his armor and deep into his body. The human's sword also made contact; its shiny edge was now red and lodged into the side of the Orc. The Orc shouted, the human didn't have a chance to do the same as the Axe finished its motion downward splitting the head, spilling out its bloody contents onto the ground. Both fell to the ground in pools of their blood mixed together that made a small splash. The wounded Orc thought he would be ok, then out of no where, a large mace with the emblem of the Alliance came smashing down upon his face, smashing it and sending bits of blood covered chucks flying in all directions. The hammer came down with so much force, he pushed most of the dead Orces head, or what was left, deep into the ground. The battle had started...

Tsix was no longer standing off to the side, just as the first to warriors were slashing each other, Tsix sent Perseus into the field. Perseus quickly dashed into battle growling, it drew the attention to his prey making it face his predator. The victim was a Troll shaman, "Kaz'kah" the Troll shouted as Perseus teeth dug deep into his arm, spraying a steam of blood across the wolf's face and the Trolls body. A totems were quickly was conjured, a fire totem spit its blaze at Perseus, but the wolf's body had a thick hid. Tsix wasn't too far behind and fired a shot hitting its target in the chest which exited out the other side taking chunks with it. The Troll screamed in pain then casted a healing spell, the wound slowly closed up but the pain was still there, it would not fully heal him but would keep him standing. Tsix took another shot, this time Arcane which smashed into the Trolls chest sending sparks and opening another wound. Perseus aggression held as he chewed on the Troll, no letting him pull away. The next shot was a perfect Aimed shot, the wounded the Troll deeply causing him to drop down to one knee. It was time for the final kill shot, the shot that would end this short battle between the two. The bullet hit the Troll right in the head, splitting its skull sending its bone fragments into the air. The Trolls brain was no more but a blood stew that was running down its dead body as it fell over, its arms and legs still switched sending its blood all over. "Ha ha ha! One down lad!" Tsix shouted to his wolf as he marked the next victim.

To be continued...