Olgarth the [Huntress], also known as EarthBlade continued heading towards the primitive village.
She had already taken out several outposts, not leaving anyone alive.
It dusgusted her, how these primitive people could walk around half naked, without a care for human dignity.
She gladly took the [Quest} from the [Adventurer's Guild] to kill every last one of them.
Walking up to a small group of poorly armed primitives, Olgarth the [Huntress] called out.
"Hey you!"
Never use sneak attacks or ambushes.
Those are for the weak.
Every fight must be an upfront display of raw power.
The five men armed with poorly made spears turned to face her.
"I'm gonna rip you all to shreds"
The primitives aimed their sharp sticks in her direction. Speaking to each other in that disgusting primitive language.
She charged at them, startling the men.
Before she reached them, she activated [StoneSpike], and several spikes of stone shot out of the ground, skewering two of the primitives.
The three remaining men were too scared to fight, seeing such a display of power. So they ran.
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Olgarth the [Huntress] caught up to them in moments, bisecting one in half with her longsword.
For the last two, she swung her sword in their direction, activating [StoneThrow].
The swing was too far away to reach the fleeing primitives, but as she swung, stones from all around on the ground were pulled along with the swiing of the blade and flew towards the men.
The stones not only caused [Blunt Damage], but the smaller stones pierced the unarmored skin of the men, causing them to fall, and bleed profusely, until they died.
[Primitive X5]
[+50 xp]
[Skill StoneThrow gained a level]
[StoneThrow lvl 6. Pulls stones from up to 8 feet]
[350 Primitives left to complete Quest]
"350 to go. That's alot, but I should be able to finish in a couple of hours. Hopefully most of them are women and children that won't be able to run away."
As she came closer to the blue circle on her [Map] which represented the primitive's village, a lone soldier came into view.
He stood there, staring off into the distance, not even facing her.
When it's a one on one, it's personal.
"Hey, you!, primitive horse shit motherfucker!"
The primitive turned to face her.
This one didn't even have a spear.
The only form of fighting equipment he had was a pair of gauntlets.
It looked really weird.
No shirt. No shoes.
Just a leather skirt.
And a pair of [Ebony Gauntlets].
Olgarth began with her usual.
"Before we cross blades, or gauntlets whatever, I would ask for your name."
The primitive did not respond, staring blankly at her.
"I know you can speak [Common], a retarded bastrdized version of it, but you can speak it. So tell me, what is the name of the man who will next feel my wrath?"
And to this, the primitive did respond.
"My name, Scorpion Claw".
Olgarth looked at him with disgust.
"Scorpion Claw? Seems like a shitty name to me. Wouldn't the name Scorpion Tail have been better?"
After a few moments a whizzing noise could be heard, and Olgarth's throat was pierced by an arrow, puncturing both of the arteries in her neck.
[You have taken Critical Damage]
[-175 health]
[Status - Severe Bleeding -70 health per second]
[Status - Poisoned -20 health per second]
Olgarth gurgled.
The blood pouring out of her neck onto the dirt ground.
[You have died]
Scorpion Claw pointed with his chin towards the direction where the arrow came from.
"That, is Scorpion Tail."