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Having completed his first hunt with incredible success, Cull meandered through the forest; humming a happy tune to himself as he made his way back in the direction of the cave. However, the young goblin was far from satisfied with his hunting for the day. Cull wanted to bring back enough food for any brothers or sisters of his that didn't have as much success at hunting today-- but since he'd ended up eating most of his spoils, he needed to find something bigger.... something stronger, to kill.
The angered cries of something unknown echoed through the forest, bringing a toothy grin to Cull's blood-covered face. Sounds BIG. And it's close! he thought to himself with glee as he raced towards it, his previous spoils still in tow. However, as the eager greenskin arrived upon the scene; he froze in his tracks, his smile fading, and his little bundle of goodies dropping silently to the ground. A pink thing; fat, and ugly. It's rear was to him, and it seemed to be in great pain. Around it lay the bodies of two other Goblins-- limp and unmoving.
Childish excitement was replaced with a cold, dutiful rage. Blood had been spilled. The blood of his kin. Blood that Cull would see repaid. He gripped his spear with such fervor that his green knuckles turned nearly white. This.... Whatever the FUCK it was. It was going to die. It HAD to die. He owed it to his fallen brothers. His jaw clenched into a snarl as he charged at the creature with his newly acquired speed, only the sound of his breath escaped his lips as he closed in. Using all of his weight, and newly acquired speed; he lunged at the fat pinkie's left thigh, aiming to bury the tip of his spear in its hamstring! But Cull would not stay here. He may have been a newborn-- but he knew damn well that staying within this creature's striking range was a death sentence. The moment his momentum had fully transferred into the strike, Cull swiftly planted his feet and launched himself back, aiming to create some distance that he could work with.