Morrogh

Not much was left of the beastclan hunting party. Over the last few night, I took them out one by one in their base camp. Now, during day, two of them found and ambushed me. Foolish creatures. I backed off a bit, slowed down by my heavy armor, and decided to get some help. Not that I would need it, of course. I've taking down harder prey. No, I just enjoy messing with them.
With surprise, the hunters stared at a longneck shambling towards them, his weapon raised. While they were distracted, I moved forwards. Both seemed unsure, what to do. As my longneck attacked, I jumped at one of the hunters, a harpy. Venom-covered wing claws scraped her. She struggled, her attacks not even scratching my thick armor, before going limp. I looked over to the other hunter. He was impaled on the longneck's spear, who just staring through him with a blank expression.
Satisfied, I released my magic from the longneck. As it faded, his long dead body slumped to the ground. Well, off to the next village. Maybe I'll meet up with my brothers on the way.