[Metaknight]

Just for you, I'll have the elves be the first the marro kill...

Note: Contains blood, do not read if squimish!

Chapter 2

The drone arrived at his camp. "They are here!" said a Marro Stinger. They heard the sound of an arrow fly. "Uh," that Stinger said as he fell. Nailed in the chest. Blood drooped down as he layed there, eyes wide open. "Run!" said a Drudge. They began to run spasticly through the forest. Most of the camp, which consisted of a few Stingers, some Drudge, and many Drones, ran. Leaving the Drone who had found the wellspring, 2 Drudge, and about 4 Drones. It bacame quiet as the sound of their running allies vanished.

The Drones looked at each other, "uhno," said the Drones as they turned to eachother and shrugged. "Uh," said one as it fell. The others looked around. "There, in that bush!" a Drudge pointed to a large bush as it rustled. Then he saw an arrow stick out of it. Then the Drudge shot at it. It went away and came back a second later. "Fwang!" it sounded as it hit the Drudge below the stomach. "Ugh," he said and then he fell. But managed to fire one more shot that missed before he fell to the ground.

The remaining Drones ran to different surrounding bushes and stabbed them. The smarter Drone who had found the wellspring looked at them realizing how stupid they looked. He heard a a noise coming from a bush behind him. He spun around. He breathed heavely. Then saw an arrow fly from the bush. He swung his spear lightining quick. It hit the arrow near the point and snapped it in half.

Then he rushed in rage toward the bush and jabbed one steady blow to it at the middle. "Aah," he heard as he ripped his spear from the bush. A dead creature fell out. He reconized it as an elf. It fell to the ground. A massive amount of blood came from his chest, and then from his mouth. It came out like a faucet, then soon stopped. "uhh," the Drone said as he looked at the Elf, unpleased.

An arrow flew by the Drones head. Just missing as he turned around and threw his spear. It landed in a bush yet missed the target as a head arose. An elf wearing a green cape and orangish-brown clothes came from the bush weilding a bow. He drew an arrow and fired. The Drone, only about 5 meters away(About 16 ft.) raised his arms and the arrow went into his left arm. The Drone pulled it out. Marros feel a lot less pain then most other races. If you were a Drone it would feel like you got a small shot. The Drone bled but not much. "Ur," he said as he leaped forward and another arrow swept right past him, barely missing him. He stuck the arrow into the Elf's lower neck. "Aah, ur," groaned the Elf. Then the Drone pushed him over and ducked.

He examined what else had happened. He was pretty sure no more elves were around. Apparently the Drones and Drudges had killed an Elf but then ran off. He approached a small pool of blood, Marro blood. He saw the blood dripping as it went deeper into the jungle. The Drone got up and mumbled, "cowards," then followed the trail of blood.

After awhile he lost the trail. He looked around, unsure of where he was. Then heard a moan. He followed the sound. It was the Drudge, dieing of blood. "Where'd the others go?" the Drone asked. "Drones can talk now?" the Drudge joked then managed point his figure toward a tree. "That way," he said, extremely weakly. Then said, even quieter and weaker, "Beware, there's... there's an archer," he ended his last and final thought.

The Drone looked around. He saw no archer. Then heard the faintest rustling. He looked up, in a tree, "there," he muttered. He had no weapon so he picked up the dead Drudges guns. The Drone shot at random trees. Then heard a crash. "Ahugh!" an archer fell from a tree. He wasn't badly wounded. He drew his bow but the Drone wouldn't give him a chance. "Bang!" it sounded as the Elf's head blew off. Blood spewed onto the Drone. It squired up like it was shot and the Elf fell with a thump. "Uh," said the Drone. The feel of blood all over him didn't comfort him.

He heard a lot of rustling now. A real lot. It came from the bushes and then heard a noise from the trees above. The Drone felt a bad feeling about it. He was being ambushed.