Who died and made this guy leader? Meteora thought as her stared at the back of the green cloak up ahead.

The assassin did not like following someone else's lead, nor did he like traveling in a group. In fact, this whole mission was quite out of the ordinary for the half-elf. Meteora walked slightly off to the side of the group giving the occasional nod to one of his companions if they stared too long.

The farther they hiked, the sky seemed to grow a deeper shade of grey. The sound of the wind had completely faded and the sounds of creatures great and small grew louder. The assassin pulled down his hood and gripped his bow tightly. He could hear the others still talking amongst themselves. Rolling his eyes, the half-elf loosened his grip and tried to relax.

Just then Meteora nearly bumped right into the back of the green cloaked man.

"There's something up ahead." He spoke.

Meteora's eyes searched the path ahead to find out what the man was talking about. Then a sound came. One that must have alerted the man just moments before. It was the scream of a dying animal.

"What's going on?" Meteora asked as he stepped forward. "I will take point and see what that is."

With that the assassin nocked an arrow an ran ahead of the group. When he turned a corner no more than fifty yards from the group the path opened into a huge circle still surrounded by forest. What the half-elf saw next nearly made him loose what little food he had in his stomach.

Two forest trolls where fighting over a very large deer. One held the front legs while the other was tugging from the back two legs. They fought and pulled the deer every which way. The whole time the poor animal was letting out ear piercing screams of pain. Then, with a crunch and a horrible, undescribable sound the trolls completely ripped the deer in two. Like enormous children they both seemed satisfied and sat down while sinking their teeth into the carcass.

Meteora forgot he was supposed to be sneaking and was watching the trolls eat in complete disgust when one of them spotted him.

"No. No. I am nice. I don't want to hurt anyone." Meteora tried to talk his way out while the troll stood and his face grew a shade of red.

The troll must have been five times the size of anyone in the group and smelled worse than anyone could imagine. The assassin drew back his bow.

"Sit down creature!" He ordered.

The troll only advanced gripping it's part of the carcass as if it were a large club. The other finally noticed the commotion and started at the half-elf as well.

Meteora released his arrow and watched as it landed right between the eyes of the first troll. The troll did not even slow down. It was as though he didn't even know there was an arrow sticking from his skull.

"Uh. Guys?" Meteora spoke softly to his companions as if they could hear him.

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