Mordheim

THE BRAWL
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It was several nights after the one were he killed the tall stranger. And yet again Oldclaw was spying at the Mankin's house called the Twisted Goat. At some time there arrived a group of humans, who talked among themselves before they entered. Not long after that there was a lot of fighting noises coming from the building.

"Now this is getting interesting-intersting", said Oldclaw to himself. Then the noises stopped and a group of mankin came running out. They looked scared and... ripe for the pickin'. As he made himself ready to follow them, he saw something else. A large man came out, accompanied by two bound figures. Just before they disappeared, the large man seemed to (sorry for the word) kiss both figures in the neck.

But first things first and Oldclaw proceeded with his plan. He followed the running mankins. it was getting towards the morning when he reached the group. A human was speaking to the others and he was encouraging them to go back to the Twisted Goat... "Halt!", sounded from Oldclaw's left. "Make thyself known...OH By Sigmar, SKAVEN!!" The guard had spotted him and while drawing his twin blades he cursed himself to let a mankin get the better of him... again. Seconds later the human lay in his own entrails. And the rest of the group found a furious Skaven in their midst. Almost overcome by the black hunger, Oldclaw fought with al his skills and his known agility. Two of his enemies sank to the ground, only after a slight sword wound. But thereby had their blood effectively thinned the poison on his blades. So his style switched from wounding to a more effective way of discarding enemies. He killed another mankin by decapitating him. And as he turned to face the last of the remaining humans, a spear entered his shoulder. The last human saw his chance and drew a dagger, keeping Oldclaw pinned with his spear. Oldclaw had great trouble fending of the mankin long dagger, when suddenly the mankin's head exploded. The spear gave way and Oldclaw gnarled as he pulled it out. "Basha-Basha, he dead-dead now, no head-head hihi...", Oldclaw watched his strongest warbandmember pulling his flail from the corpse. He looked at Oldclaw and said, "The rest-rest is coming soon-soon. I did good-good." "Yes, you did-did, Basha-basha, yes you did."

As soon as the rest of his band arrived, they looted the dead and moved on. Under while Eektrikky was tending his wound, Oldclaw's thought went back to the tall strange human who kissed those two bound figures. Surely he would find out the meaning of that, soon...