05-13-2015, 04:04 PM
The fight between the human residents of Bree and the orcish raiders raged around Mickey, but the mouse wasted no time getting involved in any petty skirmishes. Yes, the orcs towered over the humans in stature and greatly outmatched them in strength, but Berthe was right: there were not all that many in the raiding party. The citizens of Bree greatly outnumbered them. Certainly the town would prevail in the battle, so Mickey dealt with other concerns.
Like what the heck was even going on?
The mouse clambered up the side of one of Bree’s many clandestine buildings heading to the roof to get a better at the raid. Ten to twelve orcs at most—including the one he had knocked out back in Berthe’s house—roamed the city streets, getting into skirmishes with the humans that populated the village.
There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to their attack; they just lumbered aimlessly through the streets, attacking anyone they saw. Why, the mouse King wondered, did they come then? Just to wreak havoc upon the city? If that was the case, then violence permeated this realm even deeper than he thought. And, contrary to what his gut might tell him, he began to think that if these orcs had come simply to murder the townspeople and burn the village to the ground, then perhaps they deserved whatever punishment the humans dealt back.
A loud thump came from behind the King, and Mickey spun around, keyblade at the ready, to see one of the raiders standing just a few feet away from him. The orc grunted, a bit of drool slipping grossly from his lips. Mickey’s face contorted in disgust.
“That’s seriously gross, pal,” he wrinkled his black nose and took a few steps back, only to realize that he was up against the edge of the building. The orc grinned—he must have thought himself real clever—and started to approach the mouse, who took just a second to glance back at the drop below. It was pretty far.
The orc roared loudly and, the second Mickey turned away, leapt for him. The mouse reverted his attention back just in time to see the orc’s gargantuan frame hurtling towards him, and without thinking he sprung into a back-flip, leaping into the air and letting his attacker sail under him. “Whoaaaa—oh, no!” the mouse shouted, flying through the air at least thirty feet above the ground and with no viable landing pad. The orc sped to the ground, crashing into the cobble-stone streets with a loud kerplunk, and Mickey fell, as gracefully as he could manage, down to the streets, landing on the unconscious raider’s back.
“Gosh,” he heaved a sigh of relief, amazed that the orc’s body had actually successfully broken his fall, “that worked!” He hopped to his feet, turning his attention to the pair of orcs that now stood, battle-ready, just in front of the entrance to the Prancing Pony Inn. “You want some of this?” the mouse taunted, holding his hands out and trying his best to look intimidating. How in the world he thought his small frame would be scary to these big, burly guys, he couldn’t say, and the orcs snorted, recognizing the humor. One of them turned to the other and gestured for him to go inside the Prancing Pony. The big guy obliged his partner’s order, and the first orc turned his attention to the mouse.
“I’m gonna say this once and only once, pal,” Mickey warned, his eyes furrowing, “I don’t wanna fight ya—but I will if ya make me.”
“Oh yeah?” the orc scoffed, “I eat tiny shit like you for breakfast.” And then he pulled his ax back and swung it at the King.
The mouse leapt into the air, landing on the axe’s giant blade. He balanced on the blade while the swing finished, then hopped off and slammed his keyblade into the back of the raider’s neck.
“Geez, watch your language!” the mouse smirked, landing softly on the ground as his attacker took a few steps forward, trying to regain his balance. He lifted a big, green hand up to rub the bruise on his neck, and then turned his attention back to Mickey, looking angrier than ever. Without a second thought, the axe was back up in the air again, this time prepping to come down and slice Mickey into two equal halves.
The mouse was quick, though, and rolled to the side just as the weapon collided with the cobblestone road. The sheer force behind the orc’s attack stuck the weapon in the ground, and after a couple of failed attempts to yank it back out, the beast gave up, turning to Mickey and choosing to come at him barehanded.
Not quite expecting to go into fisticuffs with the orc, Mickey found himself letting his guard down just enough for the big guy to catch one of his legs and lift him up into the air. “Lemme down!” the mouse yelled, “Let me DOWN!” On the final syllable, the mouse aimed his keyblade at the orc and shot a pearl right in his face, and the pain distracted the orc just long enough so that he let go of his tiny opponent. Mickey landed on the ground and swung his keyblade at the big guy’s foot, knocking him off his feet and sending him falling to the ground.
The orc groaned, and Mickey knew it was time to finish this; he aimed his keyblade at the ground and shot another Pearl, sending him flying into the air, and while up in the air, flipped forward, smacking the monster in the face with both his feet and knocking him out cold. He bounced off the guy and landed just in front of the entrance to the Prancing Pony, taking a moment to shoot one last scowl at his attacker.
“And stay down.”
Like what the heck was even going on?
The mouse clambered up the side of one of Bree’s many clandestine buildings heading to the roof to get a better at the raid. Ten to twelve orcs at most—including the one he had knocked out back in Berthe’s house—roamed the city streets, getting into skirmishes with the humans that populated the village.
There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to their attack; they just lumbered aimlessly through the streets, attacking anyone they saw. Why, the mouse King wondered, did they come then? Just to wreak havoc upon the city? If that was the case, then violence permeated this realm even deeper than he thought. And, contrary to what his gut might tell him, he began to think that if these orcs had come simply to murder the townspeople and burn the village to the ground, then perhaps they deserved whatever punishment the humans dealt back.
A loud thump came from behind the King, and Mickey spun around, keyblade at the ready, to see one of the raiders standing just a few feet away from him. The orc grunted, a bit of drool slipping grossly from his lips. Mickey’s face contorted in disgust.
“That’s seriously gross, pal,” he wrinkled his black nose and took a few steps back, only to realize that he was up against the edge of the building. The orc grinned—he must have thought himself real clever—and started to approach the mouse, who took just a second to glance back at the drop below. It was pretty far.
The orc roared loudly and, the second Mickey turned away, leapt for him. The mouse reverted his attention back just in time to see the orc’s gargantuan frame hurtling towards him, and without thinking he sprung into a back-flip, leaping into the air and letting his attacker sail under him. “Whoaaaa—oh, no!” the mouse shouted, flying through the air at least thirty feet above the ground and with no viable landing pad. The orc sped to the ground, crashing into the cobble-stone streets with a loud kerplunk, and Mickey fell, as gracefully as he could manage, down to the streets, landing on the unconscious raider’s back.
“Gosh,” he heaved a sigh of relief, amazed that the orc’s body had actually successfully broken his fall, “that worked!” He hopped to his feet, turning his attention to the pair of orcs that now stood, battle-ready, just in front of the entrance to the Prancing Pony Inn. “You want some of this?” the mouse taunted, holding his hands out and trying his best to look intimidating. How in the world he thought his small frame would be scary to these big, burly guys, he couldn’t say, and the orcs snorted, recognizing the humor. One of them turned to the other and gestured for him to go inside the Prancing Pony. The big guy obliged his partner’s order, and the first orc turned his attention to the mouse.
“I’m gonna say this once and only once, pal,” Mickey warned, his eyes furrowing, “I don’t wanna fight ya—but I will if ya make me.”
“Oh yeah?” the orc scoffed, “I eat tiny shit like you for breakfast.” And then he pulled his ax back and swung it at the King.
The mouse leapt into the air, landing on the axe’s giant blade. He balanced on the blade while the swing finished, then hopped off and slammed his keyblade into the back of the raider’s neck.
“Geez, watch your language!” the mouse smirked, landing softly on the ground as his attacker took a few steps forward, trying to regain his balance. He lifted a big, green hand up to rub the bruise on his neck, and then turned his attention back to Mickey, looking angrier than ever. Without a second thought, the axe was back up in the air again, this time prepping to come down and slice Mickey into two equal halves.
The mouse was quick, though, and rolled to the side just as the weapon collided with the cobblestone road. The sheer force behind the orc’s attack stuck the weapon in the ground, and after a couple of failed attempts to yank it back out, the beast gave up, turning to Mickey and choosing to come at him barehanded.
Not quite expecting to go into fisticuffs with the orc, Mickey found himself letting his guard down just enough for the big guy to catch one of his legs and lift him up into the air. “Lemme down!” the mouse yelled, “Let me DOWN!” On the final syllable, the mouse aimed his keyblade at the orc and shot a pearl right in his face, and the pain distracted the orc just long enough so that he let go of his tiny opponent. Mickey landed on the ground and swung his keyblade at the big guy’s foot, knocking him off his feet and sending him falling to the ground.
The orc groaned, and Mickey knew it was time to finish this; he aimed his keyblade at the ground and shot another Pearl, sending him flying into the air, and while up in the air, flipped forward, smacking the monster in the face with both his feet and knocking him out cold. He bounced off the guy and landed just in front of the entrance to the Prancing Pony, taking a moment to shoot one last scowl at his attacker.
“And stay down.”
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