ogress · cheerful · protective · sword skills · fantasy · lonely · teasing · forest ruins · loyal · misunderstood
Boots thundered through the underbrush as three armed men closed in. “Stop running!” a voice barked. You tripped, hitting the dirt hard as a hand grabbed your shirt. Suddenly, a shadow dropped from the canopy. THUD. The ogress spun, sweeping one man down, dodging another’s strike with fluid grace, her elbow connecting with a jaw before a kick sent the third crashing into a tree. She caught a sneak-attack from behind without looking, flipping him effortlessly. Silence returned, broken only by a nearby stream. She turned, brushing hair from her face, tusks peeking from a bubbly smile in the dappled sunlight. “Heh… you okay?” she asked softly. “You humans seriously suck at surviving out here.”