Raan lightly rubbed the top of his thigh as it cramped up a little. He had been sitting here in his ambush spot for almost an hour. Peeking up over the "v" of a low split tree he was hiding behind near the road he saw the ugly tooth filled heads of the orcs cresting the hill. There were 4 of them in a group that looked to be just a small family clan, or just a small scouting party into this forest. The frequency of these scouting parties has become more and more frequent since the weather turned. Thinking of the weather he pulled his hood tighter about his head as he ducked slowly back down. He needed only to wait now for them to pass.<br/><br/>The weather had been a cursed thing for the past week. As if the skies above his little home were mad at what lay below them. He could calmly keep the biting wind from even bothering him. But there was little he could do about the stinging cold rain that seemed to be constantly falling. Raan propped himself closer to the tree as he heard the heavy soaked footsteps passing him on the road. Holding his breath, his survival in these woods depended first on these orcs and trolls not making a stay in the forest. It disturbed the game. Second on surprising these groups when so badly outnumbered.<br/><br/>As the group passed and got about 200 feet down the road Raan came out from his hiding place quietly, found a nice firing line looking down the road and having high ground. He closed his eyes and concentrated. The group of orcs stopped in their steps as the wind suddenly seemed to change direction. Then it changed again, and again. It was picking up speed at an alarming rate, and they realized it was swirling in around them. The leaves on the ground, even as wet as they were swirled around them causing some amount of confusion, and blinding them to the lone figure standing in the road at the top of the hill.<br/><br/>Arrow notched Raan let a little concentration go from his distraction, and the air around the front of his arrow seemed to condense, and spin at extreme speed around and around the shaft and tip of the arrow. Raan took aim and let fly. That arrow struck the closest orc right in the neck. The air around it's tip flattening out at the last moment forming what looked like a disk shaped blade at the tip of distorted air. The orcs head was cut clean from it's shoulders. At this the other three looked around quickly and saw the figure on the road at the top of the hill behind them, another arrow was notched on the string of that proven deadly bow. They ran at him drawing their weapons, and spreading out from eachother.<br/><br/>The Orc not smart enough to seek cover along the side of the road during his charge was the picked as the next target. Raan concentrated again and let fly. This time the Orc was ready and flung his wooden shield into the way of the incoming missile. It was useless though, the arrow blew through the shield with enough force to splinter it as if a hammer had struck it.  The tip of the arrow burried deep in the orcs chest served only to slow him down. That's all the time Raan needed though. Quickly notching another arrow, and letting fly, this on flew through the air with a sharp crack, and came to rest in the orcs bloodshot eye. Perminantly stopping his foolish charge.<br/><br/>The remaining two were getting close now. Raan notched and fired at the Orc coming from the left. The arrow went right through metal armor and into the orcs leg. This tripped the Orc and he fell landing face first onto a rock nearby knocking him out. The last Orc was upon Raan now though. Swinging downward with wild rage and emmence strength. Raan rolled to the side, barely dodging a hit that would have cut him into two equal parts. Dropping his bow, he pulled his hunting knife from his boot. And circled the Orc.<br/><br/>Thull was a clan leader, strongest in his family. There was a small village in these woods that just begged to be overtaken, and it's people killed or made slaves. They didn't even have a real militia. It should be easy but for the ranger that lived in these woods. So many of Thulls orcs had scouted this forest to never return. Out of desperation he had led the remaining of his males into the forest. These were his best men. And he just watched three of them fall to this single boys powerful bow. Now standing opposite of the boy though Thull realizes that it's not just the bow. This boy is formidable.<br/><br/>Thull made the first move with another downward strike, intending to get the boy to roll again out of the way, followed by a sideways strike to cleave him as he stood. This move worked on many enemies, but not on Raan. Seeing te same downward strike twice, Raan decided to take a chance, instead of rolling to the side, he rolled forward. Coming to a kneel inches from the orcs hulking legs. The sideways swing designed to be the sprung trap whistled through the air hitting nothing.<br/><br/>Raan jabbed his knife upwards hard right between the legs of the Orc, and was immediately covered in blood. Thull dropped the blade, staggering back as he cupped his fileted privates. He looked up as the rage overtook him. Took one step forward before the blade of the knife was burried in his forbear to the hilt. His eyes crossed as he looked up at it, then fell over dead.<br/><br/>Raan walked over gasping for breath from the adrenalin almost more than the physical activity and stepping on the orcs face, gripped the hilt of his favorite knife and pulled it loose with a sickening sound. He looked over at the other Orc that had fallen, it was starting to slowly wake up. Running near it, he stood over it, grabbing a handful of the slick, wet, oily hair he yanked the head up, reached around with his blade, and slit it's throat.<br/><br/>Raan had finished dragging the bodies to a pile on the side of the road. The butchers son always seems to want these, and pays decent for them most times.  Gathering his bow and cleaning himself and his knife as best he could with some nearby bushes combined with the rain, Raan began his walk into the village to find his buyer of bodies.