Pyke...

[Zoolag]

Cyrus smiled. After the successful anihilation of 3 races he knew he was nearly invulnerable. The Squillian race had been his most successful, all they did was moan and plead. Some fort but their efforts were pathetic and he and his elite had wiped them out. His last conquest was the Oricks. A peaceful, shapeshifting race, that were easier to kill than the Squillians. A new dawn was coming...again. A village...Pyke was full of races and the next one to be anihilated the Mudokons. He had seen many slave Mudokons but never Native. So the village was a first. He did not know the strength of the village and so kept at a safe distance. Sending his colleagues to scout ahead first. His 2nd in command approached him from behind and laughed.

Corrack: "Sir...we have a captee. She found our camp"

Cyrus turned and stared at him...

Cyrus: "Where?"

Corrack gestured for Cyrus to follow him and he did so. They came to a crowd of Orkhids in a circle laughing and kicking a crouched up ball. Cyrus barged through them and looked on the ground. A teen Mudokon, not older than 16.

Cyrus snarled and looked at the troops as he crouched down. The Mudokon had a cut on her right arm and was bleeding severly. She gasped and tugged away when Cyrus put a hand on her arm. Cyrus looked at her and then looked at the troops.

Cyrus: "Who did this? Hmm, who?"

The troops looked at each other and then one stepped forward. He had a knife with a blade of 6 inches. Black blood covered the blade. Cyrus looked at him and growled.

Cyrus: "Fool...you realise any traces of blood and it could destroy the whole plan!"

The troop looked down at his feet in shame and wiped the knife with his gloved hand. He then put it back into its holder which was located on the side of his shin.

Corrack: "What was he supposed to do...let her get away and tell people"

Cyrus: "No...have you ever heard of breaking the neck...And anyway, what the hell were you doing cutting her arm?!"

The troop stuttered a reply.

Trooper: "I was going for the head, s-sir but she ducked out of the way"

Cyrus groaned and stood back up. He muttered something under his breathe and ran his right hand through his hair. He turned around and moved back towards the camp.

Corrack: "Cyrus...what shall we do with her!?"

Corrack shouted as loud as he could without alerting any nearby Mudokons. Cyrus stopped in mid walk and called back without turning around.

"Kill her...and then make it look as if Scrabs have done it"

Corrack nodded and turned back to the Mudokon girl who was now sat up shaking with tears in her eyes. Corracks hand blade shot out. Revealing blood stained, razor sharp knives.

Corrack: "Well...lets get started shall we?"