Please Don't Eat Me ( Dwarfholm Faction Quest; Closed )

[Kuroji Setsu]

Setsu rolled to a stop, laughing already.

"Whew, what a rush."

Peaking back up the slope, the veteran ninja practically thrilled at the idea of being chased. He wasn't here to wreak havoc. Still. There was something about this type of situation that lit him up.

And lo' in very soft moonlight there was sign that the pair of trolls were at least peaking out. Had this been a full on infiltration mission, they'd have been lit up by Setsu. In his proper form of course.

"sigh."

The thought ruined the feeling he had been savoring. It was back down to the colder, more rational aim of finding some sort of a rock and some sort of a furry beast. 

Not being able to resist, Setsu tossed a rock from nearby as far he could chuck it, causing the shadowy figures atop the slope to give chase in the direction of where it landed. They didn't have as graceful an approach without boards and began tumbling on and off down the slope. 

"Oh boy. Classic."

Turning, he was off again. Into the air, keeping his leaping arc beneath the treetops and primarily horizontally oriented. Catching a branch he swung, and leapt as he could to go flying straight downhill towards the flatter base of the mountain. Already he could see something resembling a flock, though that he could already see these beasts was concerning. Still, he had no other option and he had to keep moving. Sailing through the air, he dipped low enough to swing his wooden board back down beneath his feet and begin to tear back up the cold snow. 

Carving left and whipping back right, his speed began to rise. By this point the trail of his efforts were visible to the trolls pursuing the rock, even through the trees between them. Annoyed, they began to give chase, it had been their leader whose tusk had been nabbed. This disagreed with them personally as subordinates and sought to repay the "favor" Setsu had done. 

There was a good case to make that Setsu deserved this. He'd maybe be interested in hearing this case. Maybe. Maybe it was so cold out here that the sound wouldn't carry, so to speak.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Setsu meanwhile was seriously enjoying himself. His turns becoming more dramatic as his speed and the slope increased. His eyes starting to  pour out water. Luckily the slope dipped and leveled, sending him rocketing out into the flat tundra. While airborn, Setsu's eyes squeezed open enough to spot that he was upon this flock he had spotted. 

Literally. He was passing over these rather surprised long necked bipedal creatures, while white knuckling his poor wooden board. 

Sorry old friend. He dropped his board and rotated from his core till he was flying foot first into the least lucky of these horned, bird-like creature's throats. The remainder of the flock scrambled. Wasting little time, Setsu formed a single chakra blade 6 inches from his index finger.

Making short work of the basic cuts, the animal was quickly reduced to its essential cuts of meat and it's fur set aside. Peaking back he noted the pursuing Trolls who had taken clear note of his obvious movements. Maybe they'd like a free meal. 


Slicing up his newly wrecked wooden board into blocks and then further into frayed bits for starter, Setsu made a reasonably sized fire. Grabbing a select bunch of the longer bones from the Wompa carcass Setsu stabbed several of the larger pieces of meat and set them by the fire to cook through. Hopefully, his Troll friends would appreciate this. 

The fur would appreciate time by the fire to cure and dry, but Setsu was far too impatient for this. Partially due to the likely imposition by the pursuers he had acquired, but mainly because this errand was only exciting for the pace. so far had been pretty good, but Setsu still wanted things to go a little louder. A little more chaotic was perhaps the right word. 

There was still a rather large carcass remaining that was uncooked and still warm. Maybe it was time to play some fireside question time.