[center][i][h3]Somewhere near the town below the mountain.[/h3][/i] [/center]

"WHERE IS SHE!?" A man roared as lifted and slammed two young and beautiful looking witches against a stone wall, knocking over a table covered in spell books, ingredients and other things. His hands holding each by their throat as they clawed at his hands trying to break free. It proved difficult as their feet dangled a good three feet off the ground, and their kicks did nothing as they lashed out at his chest. After five seconds of strained grunts and growls. He pulled them away a few inches from the walls and slammed them again. "TELL ME!" He growled, his eyes burned with hatred as he looked at these filthy witches.

One of them, the smaller one gurgled something. He loosened his grip only slightly "We..We don't know!" 

"Lies!" He growled and moved over to the fire. "Tell me now. Where is the witch that is called 'Von'Strauss"

The taller one now started to cackle. "You will never find out!" 

"Why is that?" He asked in a deathly low voice. 

"Because... you missed our sister." She laughed more. Just before Fenros was pulled back, the force causing the two in his hands to fly with him but they escaped his grasp. He crashed through another table and into a support beam. Crumpling to the ground as the third witch slowly walked towards him and bent over to look him in the eyes.

"Hello there." She said with a giggle. "You've been a baaad boy. Hurting my little sisters. " She twirled her forefinger and a pair of hands pulled him up. Looking over his shoulder he saw two men, their eyes glazed over, and their skin pale. They were a little smaller than him, but it was clear they were undead. Stronger than men, able to rip men apart. 

"I think we shall sacrifice you to the Lord of the Dead, and reap your body as a new body guard. Fitting, a hunter protecting a witch." She smiled as she stood just before him, sizing him up. "Maybe torture you a bit first." 

He lowered his head closer to her and said, "Ill ask one more time, Where is Von'Strauss?" 

"Still on about that girl? That little twig? She came through a day or so ago...not that it matters, you will never see her." She said as she pulled a dagger out. She then asked, "Before I kill you, what is your name?" 

"Fenros Digard" He said as he suddenly pulled away from one of the undead, spun, gripped the second and with a grunt threw it towards the three witches. 

At hearing his name the witches gasped, and jumped out of the way of the undead. He could sense the fear coming from them as he pulled his blade from off his back and swung it around, tearing it through the undead he had pulled away from. His eyes turned to the three witches again as fire seemed to dance in them.

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Fenros walked away from the burning hut as he said out loud. "You were no help." 

A feminine voice in his head answered amused. "You seemed to have it under control. I figured you could vent a little." 

Fenros looked down to see Alttia, his white wolf companion, laying in the grass with her head on her paws. Her tail thumping lazily. Lifting her head. She continued. "Besides...you had me running all day...with no snacks." 

"Do you expect to get one now?" He asked as he tightened his gauntlets. 

She didn't answer for a second...as if thinking. "It would be nice." She finally did, her tail thumping a little faster.

He shook his head and mounted his horse, pulling the reins, and turning the horse to the road. 

With no answer She slowly got up. "You are such a slave driver..." As she began to follow.

(will finish later)