[Rob-hin]

In the cloudless night, the moon lit the path ahead of Yolta, making it easy for him to see what was up ahead. But in this case, it was more important to know what was behind him. A shadow, a flash, a breaking twig. With axes raised high in the air, a group of orcs stormed out of cover as soon as they know their cover was blow. The blades reflected red in the moonlight, the colour of dried up blood.

Yolta turned around quickly, ready for anything. He relaxed as he noticed the small group of six orcs. He clapped his hands together and his leather gloves started glowing with power immediately.
With his feet firmly on the ground, Yolta braced himself. He stretched his right hand towards the closest orc storming towards him, the palm of his hand pointed to it. A huge hand materialised in front of the creature, blocking it in his path. It was big enough to hold the creature entirely. Not being able to stop in time, the beast ran into it.
With a short pushing movement with his arm, Yolta moved the huge hand forward with great speed, sending the poor orc flying though the air. With a crash, it landed against a tree, dropping to the ground motionless; leaving the tree almost broken in two, not to mention the orc.

The remaining orcs stopped in their path, surprised by the powers of this small creature. Grunting at each other, none of them dare made the decision, attack or retreat. They needed some more convincing…

With a grabbing movement, Yolta lifted the orc’s lifeless body. The huge hand lifted it with great ease. He made a hurling movement and the hand duplicated it, releasing the orc at the peek. With it flying lifelessly through the air once again, the beasts stared at events before them with great disbelieve. Before they realised it, the body landed on top of them, having them rolling over the road with it.

At this point, the creatures had enough. As soon as their feet could lift them again, they ran off in panic, back into the darkness of the night, leaving their fallen comrade behind. Seeing them off, Yolta was left alone again, or so he thought.

-I told you teleporting was a better idea, you’d be there hours ago.-
It surprised Yolta that his friend was still awake, as he had not noticed his presence in his mind anymore. –Faster, not better. There is a difference.-
This time however, Yolta decided to quicken his journey, he was tired of walking and he didn’t feel like another ambush. He felt Japheth childishly amusement. –I told you so.-

Yolta searched the Order’s spellpool for a simple teleport spell as he hadn’t memorised one himself. –I’ve made one available, just for you.- Again, amusement.
-Go to sleep my friend, it must be early in the morning where you are.- Japheth agreed with Yolta’s last comment. –Good night my friend.-

Casting the available spell, a portal opened up before Yolta and he stepped in. A split second later he appeared in the village he had seen for afar. Not knowingly he had appeared passed the guards at the gate.

Let’s see what we have here, he mumbled to himself, and started walking.