Org’s bright yellow eyes looked down, drawn to the sight of someone sneaking up on their assailants.

Sure enough, there lurking in the bushes and hidden in the undergrowth, a short, sturdy, white figure prowled canine like across the dirt. His skin was as white as snow. He snuck up on all fours. A smile stretching across his lips, as his and Org’s eyes met, winking up, as he drew himself into position.

“You know what? I have a funny feeling things are about to get a whole lot better.” grinned Org.

“Probably just gas.” said Molix.

“Well if that’s the case, you can keep it to your bloody self.” growled Nuzuki, as the thought of sniffing the contents of Org’s bowels dawned on him.

“Yeah! We’ve got enough to deal with without you dropping a load.” added Trilikz, knitting his brow, who wasn’t keen on dying from an ultra repugnant explosion of methane.

“No, take a look over there.” explained Org, tilting his head.

“Wha? Whe yuh yhooking aht?” mumbled Nuzuki, through a mouthful of rope.

“Yeah, what we supposed to be looking at?” asked Trilikz, as another stone hit him in the head.

“Down there, where we jumped that bush.” whispered Org.

“Weh ugger mah eyz! It’s about time he showed up.” said Nuzuki, spitting out the rope he was chewing on and a mouthful of fibre to boot.

“Time who showed up? I can’t see a bleeding thing, my head's stuck.” whispered Molix, fidgeting about like a trussed up hamster.

“Stop moving about you idiot!” growled Nuzuki, fed up with having Molix’s butt rubbed in his face.

“Pipe down butt wipe.” came the reply.

“I can’t see anything either.” said Trilikz.

“Well lets just say our little buddy’s feeling a whole lot better after his little run in with that tree.”

“Yeah and two ugly scumbags are about to wish they’d never been born.” added Nuzuki, his eyes glinting vindictively.

“You mean Rollim!” exclaimed Molix. “Well thank the merry spores for that! Let’s just hope he kicks some ass.”

“Yeah, cause let’s face it, if he doesn’t, we’re all screwed.” said Trilikz, kinda stating the obvious.

“Shush! Check it out. I think he’s gonna make a move.” whispered Org.

Dealbata and Shinargi continued tossing stones into the net, laughing and/or exclaiming after every throw, clearly enjoying themselves.

Two bright, slanting, yellow eyes peered carefully through the bushes, watching their every move. The eyes grew wild and cloudy with rage, vengeance radiated from their sockets like a couple of light bulbs. Two sturdy hoofs ground their signature into the dirt, etching out a foothold, ready to ignite the Irth and obliterate everything in their path, and then before you could say “I’m a Baboon’s big, purple arse.”

“RRRRAAAAGGGGHHHH.” Rollim burst out of the bushes like a bat out of hell, kicking the leaves into a storm and rushing the Irth like a hurricane, hell bent on delivering Dealbata and Shinargi a blow they’d never forget.

“Huh. What the hell!” Dealbata blurted out, rotating his big, green head, so fast it nearly gave him whiplash.

“What the!” Shinargi exclaimed, also looking around.

“RRRRAAAAGGGGHHHH!!! IT'S PAY BACK TIME SCUMBAGS!!!” Rollim yelled at the top of his lungs.

“WAY DA GO ROLLIM!!!” shouted Org, spurring him on like a butt licking flame thrower.

Rollim charged hard and fast, accelerating like a horned white bullet with hoofs, channelling all his energy into his point of attack. The forest was a blur, the trees but mere shadows. The light melted into vivid streams of heavenly White fire, the Irth a blank canvas without character or deviation. There could be only one outcome, neither Dealbata or Shinargi had any time to move. Their days were sorely numbered.

DOOMPH! WALLOP!

“AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!.”

The dastardly pair bore the full brunt of Rollim‘s attack, which knocked them clean off their feet and through the air with a unified yell, propelling them thirty to thirty five feet, past plants, mushrooms and trees, until they came to a sudden, bone shuddering halt, as they hit a trunk and fell to the Irth with a thud, leaving them unconscious and dazed.

“WHEY DA GO SHRIMP!” bellowed Org. “THREE CHEERS FOR ROLLIM. HIP, HIP!!”

“HORAYE!” yelled the others, as loud as they could.

“HIP, HIP!!”

“HORAYE!”

“HIP, HIP!!”

“HORAYE!”

“He took em out then.” inquired Molix, who couldn’t see a thing.

“Friggin annihilated them.” said Org, his face beaming with pride.

“HEY GUYS! HOW’S IT HANGING?” yelled Rollim.

“HA, HA! YEAH, VERY FUNNY.” replied Trilikz.

“LIKE A SACK OF MACKERAL, IF YOU MUST KNOW.” yelled Molix.

“DON’T SMELL MUCH BETTER EITHER.” grumbled Nuzuki.

Molix rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you said that already.”

“HOW YOU GONNA GET US DOWN? WE’RE BORED OF HANGING AROUND ALREADY.” shouted Trilikz, who knew Rollim lacked the necessary digits to untie the rope himself, but guessed he’d just break it with his horn.

“You can say that again.” said Org.

“Too friggin right.” agreed Molix.

Nuzuki frowned and grit his teeth, which felt uncomfortable, on account of all the chewed up rope fibre wedged in between them.

“DON’T WORRY I GOT IT ALL FIGURED OUT. LEAVE IT UP TO ME.” Rollim reassured them with something of a glint in his eye.

“Not like we’ve got much choice, is it?” grumbled Nuzuki, trying to remove a few more stubborn fibres with his tongue.

“JUST MAKE IT SNAPPY WILL YOU. NUZUKI’S A REAL PAIN IN THE ARSE. I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE OF HIM I CAN TAKE.” cried Molix.

“Hey shut up stink bag! You think I enjoy having your butt shoved in my face? I’m the one who should be complaining.”

“RELAX GUYS. I'VE GOT IT ALL UNDER CONTROL. I'LL HAVE YOU BACK ON YOUR FEET IN A JIFFY, YOU MARK MY WORDS.” shouted Rollim, calling back up to them.

“Yeah well I friggin well hope so.” grumbled Nuzuki.

Rollim took several paces back, got a good, long run up, jabbed his hoofs into the dirt and shot forwards like a rocket, charging into the tree with all his might.

THUD!!!

The tree cracked. There was a load groan as it toppled to the floor. Trilikz and the others gave a petrified yelp and plummeted to the ground. An almighty crash and a shower of leaves ensued, before all fell silent.

Rollim ran over to his friends, worried that he might have hurt them, beginning to regret taking such a brash course of action.

“Guys, guys, are you okay?” he called out.

There was no answer, only silence... for a moment he feared the worse.

"Guys, guys!" he called again, starting to panic.

“Chill out.” gasped Trilikz. “We’re fine, just a - little winded - that’s all.” he managed, putting Rollim’s mind at rest.

“Hey! Speak for yourself. I’ve just had Molix’s butt jammed in my face for the past half hour - and thanks to Rollim it almost got stuck there.” growled Nuzuki, gruffer than a billy goat’s gruff.

“Half an hour!” gasped Molix. “What are you talking about? We weren’t up there - for - half an hour. Besides - I‘m the one who - should be complaining. - I‘m the one - whose just had your head - jammed up my butt.”

“What! Don’t talk crap!”

“Appreciate the save shrimp.” boomed Org, clapping Rollim on the back. “I’m proud of ya.”

“Ah don't mention it.” smiled Rollim. "All in a days work."

"Now where'd Chi get to?" said Org, his attention wavering, as he began looking for his beloved sabre.

"Actually yeah - I'd better - find my knifes." said Molix, still gasping for air.

“Actually now that I think about it, I probably should’ve just broken the rope around that tree over there.” said Rollim, who in hindsight, thought that probably would've been a much better idea.

“Yeah well, not to worry, what’s done is done. Besides could’ve been worse.” mused Trilikz.

“Yeah I guess, no use crying over spilt milk and all that.”

“Exactly, now let’s deal with those two, before they give us any more trouble.” said Trilikz, nodding his head.

“Hey, fine by me.” frowned Nuzuki.

“No arguments here.” agreed Rollim, shrugging his shoulders.

“Yeah I aint got no problem with that.” said Org, picking up his sabre.

“Me either.” said Molix, gathering his knifes.

The soldiers marched over to their former captors with angry looking expressions on their faces. Dealbata and Shinargi looked up groggily, watching as their former captives approached, heads spinning, feeling kinda giddy, like they‘d just been playing kiss chase with a battering ram.

“Wha - what the hella we gonna do now?” mumbled Dealbata, slurring his words like a drunk. Wondering how the hell they were gonna get out of this one.

“How the - hell should I know? Throw dirt in their eyes and run.” suggested Shinargi, trying to keep his voice low, also slurring his words.

“Yeah - that might work.” thought Dealbata, his brain in a haze. “It’s worth a shot I suppose.”

“Alright you two, get up!” ordered Trilikz, holding up his staff and stopping just short of the offending pair.

“Eurgh! We can’t, our legs hurt.” moaned Dealbata.

“They’ll hurt a whole lot more if you don’t do as I say.” warned Trilikz.

“Yeah, and you’d better believe it.” growled Org, towering over them like a mushroom capped Goliath, glaring indignantly.

“We don’t take too kindly to Dark City scum trespassing on our soil.” said Trilikz.

“Or being hung from a tree and pelted with stones.” added Molix.

“Yeah well, we’re sorry about that.” said Dealbata, trying to sound remorseful.

“We just got carried away, that’s all.” added Shinargi.

“Yeah a sudden rush of blood to the head and all.” said Dealbata.

“Why not just let bygones be bygones, yeah.” suggested Shinargi.”

“Or how about we just pound the crap out of you.” growled Nuzuki.

“Yeah, that sounds like a much better idea.” snarled Rollim, narrowing his eyes.

“No, no!! Don’t do that!”

“We’ll be good from now on, we swear.”

“We’ve learnt our lesson, I promise.”

Pleaded the hapless oafs.

Trilikz glared. Unmoved by their little charade. Not believing a word of it.

“Well then.” he began. “We could just pound the crap out of you, but since we're not savages, I think a spell in the dungeons will have to suffice, for a period of, oh I don’t know, say as long as I see fit.”

“Hey, whatever you say, you’re the boss.” said Dealbata, presumably relieved not to be getting his head kicked in.

“And what about you? Do you have anything to say for yourself?” asked Trilikz, speaking to Shinargi.

“No boss, I’m with him. I’ve learnt my lesson.” he answered, lying through his pointy White teeth.

“Besides we’re not really in a position to argue, are we?” said Dealbata.

“You bet your butt you ain‘t!” growled Nuzuki, snapping his nun chuc’s taught.

“Hey alright! keep your knickers on! We won’t give you any more trouble, I swear.” Shinargi assured him.

“Yeah we’ll do whatever you want.” said Dealbata.

“You’re damn right you will! Now turn around and put your hands behind your backs.” ordered Trilikz. “And while you’re at it, you can tell us where you left your horses, and if there's any more of you fart weasels, I need to know about.”

Trilikz produced a length of chord from behind his back to bind the prisoner’s wrists.

“Hey whatever you say boss. It's just us though.” replied Dealbata.

Dealbata and Shinargi placed their hands behind their backs, raked a handful of dirt off the floor and peered up into their captors faces with a menacing looking glint in their eyes. Looking briefly from one to the other, they gave each other a knowing glance, before chucking dirt into their captors eyes and scrambling clumsily to their feet.

“RUN!” shouted Dealbata, who made a dash for their horses, which fortunately for them, were tied up in the opposite direction of their would be captors.

“Right! That’s it! I’ve had just about as much as I can stomach for one day.” growled Trilikz, wiping the dirt from his eyes. “It's arse kicking time - LETS FLOOR THESE SUCKERS!!!”

“Sounds good to me.” snarled Nuzuki.

“Took the words right outta my mouth.” growled Rollim.

“Too right.” added Molix.

“LET’S GET EM!!!” bellowed Org.

The soldiers sprung forth and hurtled through the undergrowth, super charged and ready to strike, tempers blazing. Trilikz raised his staff high over his Martian like head and clasped it tightly with both hands. Nuzuki whirled his nun chuc round rotar blade fashion like he meant to take off, charging like a maniac and trying to mow his enemies down. Org and Molix held their blades ready, stabbing at the air, as Rollim beat an uncompromising path towards his enemies hind quarters, horns jabbing away.

Trilikz and Nuzuki bore down on their enemies with all the force their bodies could muster. Beams of fluorescent, star studded light raced all around them. Bright, energetic, colour filled streams of light, gushed from the Irth, as if by magic. Trilikz’s long, wooden staff crashed down heavily on top of Dealbata’s ugly, goblin green head with a whack, bludgeoning him arse over tits into the mud and jarring his teeth, as he sent him crashing head first into oblivion.

Shinargi felt the full force of Nuzuki’s nun chuc, as the wasp like avenger stung with all his Irthly might and sent the feather capped oaf smashing into the dirt with a single, pulverizing blow.