When Druids Attack

I had procured two very lovey swords from the market the other day. Partially for their handiness and unique abilities and of course partially because of their look. Of course, not having much experience with these type of weapons I am without word....rusty and weak.

I take my adventure deep into the jungle forest of Un'goro crater. A stomping ground not so unfamiliar to me. With monsters of all sorts that I can handle fairly well. I should have no trouble practicing my skills on the weak pray that wanders these grounds. I forgot to count for one other major factor.

Slowly working up my skills in these new weapons. I practice different moves and motions. The monsters are desperately using this opportunity to relay some revenge to my many days of horrifying them. It leaves me battered and bruised but hardly beaten.

Twilight waiting patiently at my side watching my work with curiosity. Her interests are more concerned when we will be sitting to share another meal. After several monsters we pause to sit down and share a delectable meal of roast quail. Her favorite.

While enjoying our meal, creeping slowly from the shadows, a black cat proceeds to rip into my back. Twilight dropped her dinner and turned viciously to the culprit. Hissing and growling loudly before she jumps in retaliation. Stunned from the blow I regain focus and drink a potion to revive my senses and give me a fighting chance.

Twilight causing significant damage, the cat morphs out of form into a night elf. Foul creatures of the forest thinking themselves all mighty and good. Twilight's hate for them is much apparent as she goes into a fit of rage. Her beastial wrath released with a vengeance and nothing to stop it.

The night elf panics and runs around looking for some escape. Turning to me, he begins to cast several spells of hot, burning light over me. Twilight jumped in and intimidated the bastard in a valiant effort to buy me some time. With it, I set up a carefully aimed shot.

With full force the blow is near fatal. Limping along, the night elf proceeds to heal himself and run to safety. Much to his dismay, I had procured a chance clip his ankles causing him to do nothing buy limp away, pathetically.

Realizing his soon to come, fate he then morphs into a bear in hopes of regaining some time. However it is too late for him. Whipping out my new blades, I practice on his back with Twilight joining in at my side. It is without long before he falls to the ground, removed from this world... even if temporary.

Celebrating our victory, Twilight and I move from the desecrated body and await his return to this world. I was under suspicion that this night elf was naught but a youngin' trying to make an easy kick on my already beaten body. We were going to find out.

It is not before long our curiosity is fulfilled. Much to our delight, this so called young night elf is a seasoned fighter. With good reason Twilight and I decided to return the gracious favor he disposed upon us. Without hesitation I take aim to his head, causing a stunning blow. Twilight runs in prepared to make an attack as I set up another carefully aimed shot. My hit was weak, but a hit none the less. Dashing up to him, I dance swiftly around him to clip his ankles once again. Immobilizing him from running away. Twilight desperate to get in on the action, intimidates the night elf once again.

This seasoned member of the night elfs finally decides to use his head. With his magical skills he is able to put Twilight to sleep. Alas, her wrath is far deeper than that. Breaking into a rage she tears away from the sleep and jumps him. I watch slightly stunned at the fury and rage, I wake myself to my senses and move in range to set in some shots.

The fury on Twilight knowing no bounds steals all the glory and dispossess of this foul creature once more. Mildly disappointed yet proud of my dear cat, we walk away victorious once again with no infraction to our health.

With a great lesson to be learned: Never jump a hunter, you'll piss off her cat.