Ambush plan

Behind me were the chasing players remnants and on front of me were the slow people from the village who were either injured or tried to help the injured ones to walk faster. I held my bow tightly and frequently looked back to make sure that they hadn't found us yet. However, I already saw some of their bright coloured clothes shine through the silent woods. I ran towards a young man who held an old woman in his arms, and asked him if he knew where the hunters were.

He just shook his head and then looked up and down at me and saw that I was a human which they hadn't realised earlier, since my hair fell over my ears and shoulders. In the distance, we heard the players scream then he agitatedly whispered to me: "Why are you here human? Your tribesmen are currently hunting us. Why aren't you with them?"

"I am not with them, since I have morals. I don't hunt people, nor do I slaughter village people like them. And I am here to help you against them and since my father has fallen ill, I have to get the materials for his healing." He looked at me and signalled me that, if we survived this hunt, we would have a talk later.

We stumbled over dry sticks and old leaves. Soon, we crossed a small stream and instead of walking further on the other side, we walked through the wet and muddy terrain on the inside of the stream. Like this we wouldn't leave any signs in which direction we had walked into. If the enemy players had a tracker, we would at least have a greater chance at surviving the next few hours.

As I was faster than the most of them, I was at the front of the small group of people. After a turn, I stood still and looked that everybody had turned over and wasn't in sight anymore. Unfortunately, just as the last pair, an old granny and a small girl who held each other wanted to come to me and hide, one of the players saw her and yelled to his comrades that they should come since he had found their prey.

I took out my bow and an arrow from the quiver on my back and took aim. This time I shot him directly in the face and piercing through his cheek, so that it came out from the other side. He looked like the people from Halloween when they had their costumes on with the artificial arrow through their mouth and fake blood.

[Enemy has received damage: Arrow: 75*2 (-10 Armor)]

His shout immediately stopped and he held his cheeks, or at least tried to until he noticed that the arrow was still there and wanted to pull it out. Unluckily, he passed out because of the pain and I shot two more arrows at him before he died.

A few seconds later, his comrades came out from the bushes, attracted by the screams of agony. At that time I had already run after the fleeing elves. I caught up with them after some while and then we left the stream, and went further into the woods.

Soon we saw a cave and sought accomodation in it. It was but a temporary stop, since we needed medicin for all the people that were injured and I needed a real training session in Archery. My previous kill was just dumb luck. The main reason my arrows did so much damage was firstly, my raised stats through cultivation, in particular agility, strength and vitality and secondly, the good quality of the equipment daddy had given me. My mastery was after all still at beginner level 4 which was only at such a high level, because of the kill I had achieved earlier.

The boy from earlier came to me and asked if everything was alright. That was a hell of a question. Through my cruel training at the floating dragon sect, I was hardened against the image of dead people and as well against seeing people die. The only reason I wasn't that much okay, was because of my father who had been more the pacifist and was against all the killing. So, my father raised me differently than the rest of the apprentice members. During the day, I would be with everyone else, but during the evening, he would teach me more, not wanting me to become purely a killing machine that obeyed orders, but a warrior that was able to think for his own and others good.

This was as well the reason, why I had already planned a to ambush the players. Since they wanted to find us, we should find them and then hit them where it hurt the most.

I used a technique my father often had used in the dojo. With a confident voice, I called the young man from before: "Boy, come here. I have to ask you something." With a nervous expression he came over. Probably not because of my 'very impressive' tone, but because I was human and their followers were human as well. And so, he and the others had the impression that I was a spy, planted in their ranks to tell where they would go. Unfortunately, they hadn't seen how I had killed that player scum. "What is it, human?"

Yup, because I was human. Well, thank you racism, you are like always a total help. However, with a dignified voice, that didn't let him hear anything about my agitation: "I have a plan that will kill the human players and like that, you will be free to go without anybody hunting you."

Obviously, he didn't trust me and immediately denied my idea, although I hadn't even spoken it out. "We will handle this on our own, we don't want any human scum in our ranks, once we hunt down these bastards. You will wait here and once we are finished dealing with them, we will see what happens to you." He departed to the preparing party who was consisting of only 12 members which was the amount of people who weren't injured by the raid earlier.

Although it was more likely that they were vanquished immediately and that every hand would be helpful, they just didn't trust me enough. As I had studied, amongst other things, such hunts and raids, I knew that there would be at least 30 players that had raided the village and now that they had killed the villagers, they had levelled up and they had new and probably better equipment than what they had before, since practically everything was better than beginners' equipment. The evidence I already had, was the person I had killed earlier. He had a damage reduction of 10 through his armour. And since he was very fast, he couldn't have had that much on, or he would have been as slow as his comrades.

But the young man wouldn't come back either way so I steeled my resolve. When they had left, I would sneak out of the cave and do my plan on my own. Who doesn't want to hear, has to learn.