Soren's Story: Second Form p5

Written by Soren the Hard-of-Hearing Scribe on October 13th, 2009

Everyone on The Field of Regundor suddenly stood still. They all stared at Chia's perfectly manicured, outstretched finger. Their heads simultaneously turned to see what she was pointing at.

Olaf's head poked out of the chest of the Behemoth. The Behemoth stared at Olaf as well, looking as bewildered as something with no face can look. Though no-one else seemed to notice, I noticed that there was a dark gray ring surrounding him.

"Man!" Olaf shouted. "It's lucky that I'm still wet; otherwise, I would be getting fried alive right now!"

There was complete and utter silence.

"OLAF!" I suddenly screamed. "START CRAWLING AROUND INSIDE THAT THING'S BODY AND RIP IT APART FROM THE INSIDE!"

There was another moment of complete and uttter silence as Olaf processed what I had said. His face brightened.

"NOOOOO!" The behemoth screamed, slamming a fist right toward the dark spot where Olaf was sticking his head out of. Olaf quickly crawled back into its body, and it knocked itself back onto its buttox. Screaming in rage, it began to pummel itself while thrashing around on the ground. The surviving warriors backed away, watching in a bewildered confusion.

Suddenly, the Urgur Behemoth's right arm fell off. It crashed to the ground, turning a dark gray as it did so. It began to disappear, and I quickly looked up to see Olaf crawling back into the quickly-graying stump.

This happened three more times, each time with a seperate limb. Soon, it was just head and chest, still screaming and almost crying in pain. Suddenly, the neck began to gray. With an earth-shattering wail, the Behemoth completely exploded, sending gray chunks of Urgu everywhere.

Olaf floated in the air, some several hundred feet in the air. As the expected cheering began, Omar turned to me.

"I don't get it," he said.

"Well, I'll explain." I said.

To be continued...