Melkor and Jerb stood surrounded by at least seven of those weird cat-like people, who circled them like hungry sharks around a bleeding seal. It was quite obvious that something would happen after the big klutz decided to go ham on the poor merchant, but such is the way of the minotaurs, break first ask later. Their leader, a big grey one with spotted fur, looked like he had seen quite a few fights in his nine lives, indicated by the lots and lots of scars and rashes on his fur and skin.
He got into position and readied himself to pounce upon Jerb who had now drawn his massive battleaxe which resembled a minotaurs head, the horns being the blades and the hilt being the face. He looked calm, and Melkor could see a smile forming on his face, oh yeah he definitely waited for something like this to happen so that his day would get a little spice.
The minotaur readied his swing and Melkor drew his new fancy sword, this being his first fight in daylight, he had a nervous look upon his face as he pointed the blade at the cats.

"Listen here, suckers! I am the Grey Tower of the Horned Dragons, one of the six great squad leaders! No one has yet stood in my way and lived to tell the tale." Jerb boasted loudly to the group of attackers. "My axe has split mountains in two, what do you think it will do to little kittens like yourselves." He then gave a big smile which gave some of his audience quite the nervous feeling.
"At my side is the notorious Melkor last of his kind, who tamed the great desert like it was a pet lizard... So you best go and run back to your mama's TITS!" He said the last part with more effort than was needed.

Melkor just gave him a look that yelled 'seriously? Did you just say that? ' but it was too late for intervening, the cat people had already taken offence to the words of the grey minotaur, and the leader leapt with great speed and agility towards Jerb, while three others followed him.

Melkor barely noticed a small ball of flame that was aimed at him, which he managed to dodge by an inch or less. It seems there was a mage in the ranks of the enemy, he wore clothes fancier than the others and had a hood which covered his face.
Melkor didn't immediately realise what happened as two more assailants rushed him. He swung his sword at one of them, but he easily dodged under it and went in to sweep Mel's leg, without success though as he was too steadfast to be tumbled down by such a-

Never mind he fell...

"UGH!" Melkor crashed to the floor as his leg was kicked away and he lost his balance. The cat was on top of him before he could come back to his senses. 'Fuck, what do I do?' he was at a loss, pinned down now he was vulnerable to the attack of the said bandit, which now plunged his dagger down with a manic look in his face.
Melkor's heart raced at the thought of being killed, so much he didn't notice his skin sizzling.
As the dagger drew closer to his heart, the grounded human brought his fist up and punched the hand which held the dagger.

*CLANG* there was a brief silence, as the dagger shot through the entire street. The cat yelled in pain shortly afterwards, for his hand had been shattered.
Melkor finally realized that he had summoned his magic power, and he was really fucking excited.
His assailant went to claw at him, but he was quickly riposted by a quick kick that sent him flying quite a distance and crashing into a building, leaving a sizeable hole.

Jerb was having a little trouble, the cat leader continuing to slash at his fur with his daggers while he also had to fend off the minions, was proving to be not so easy.
He swung his axe a few times, but the cat men proved too nimble for him to hit easily.
"You have no chance against us, you absolute buffoon!" Yelled the scarred cat while climbing on top of the giant.
"We are too many and too skilled for you to-" His sentence was cut short by a big hand that suddenly grabbed him by the throat.
It seems that in his boasting, this guy let his guard down.
You could feel the air grow colder as the Tower of Dorne tightened his grasp, and the little kitty squirmed and struggled.
"No, it seems you have made quite the mistake my brother...." a loud whoosh of air could be heard, followed by the sound of metal cutting through flesh and bone.
The lower body of Jerbs victim fell to the floor while the rest of his guts and the upper body followed shortly after. The cats could not believe their eyes, their leader; an expert assassin had been slain in mere seconds. Enraged they charged forward with even more resolve in their attacks.

Jerb stayed cool and swung his axe faster and heavier than before, creating small gusts of wind anytime it soared through the air.
The third swing hit its mark, and another of the attacker was split in half through the middle, like a hot knife through butter as they say back on earth.

Melkor noticed the change in the atmosphere, he looked over to his friend who was happily slashing at his two remaining opponents, and he knew the tide of battle had been turned.

He watched as the cat mage moved his hands and formed another fireball, while the second rogue sprinted at him.
Thinking fast was not one of his strong suits, but in this situation, he had no real choice.
Letting out a roar, Melkor rolled forward and picked his sword up, going into a full sprint afterwards. The fireball now approached him with great speed, and dodging seemed impossible now, so he brought his sword up and smashed the spell with all of his might.

There was an explosion as the blade struck the ball of flame, and Melkor, as well as his opponent were thrown backwards.
Once again, Melkor landed on his back...now hurting, he looked to the side and saw his sword shattered into pieces and his arm burnt black, possibly broken.
He screamed in pain, as his rage now fueled his magic, even more, there were small arcs of red lightning across the ground where he lay and on top of his skin, which now took on a slightly reddish hue. There was steam coming from his body, but all of that didn't matter right now, the only thing that mattered was to let out this anger...

"FUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOU!!!" He roared a mighty roar and gritted his teeth, saliva coming out of his mouth all the while. He used his left arm to stand up, his pain now gone thanks to the adrenaline pumping through him.
Melkor looked at the situation, his right arm was useless, and his vision was blurred. The blast had ruined his whole outfit; he looked quite shite if I can be frank with you.

Jerb coughed as the dust settled, the roar of his buddy had deafened the sound of battle in this street. Though he had no time to focus on what was going on, he fought his own battle, and punched the nearest cat right in his nose, knocking him to the ground and following up with a stop on his head. The brains of the aforementioned cat spilt out of the now cracked open skull, as the warrior now focused on his last living target.

The Mage began to panic, he didn't have that much mana left, and the hairless monkey didn't show any signs of letting up or being defeated.

"Hey, Ricky... make sure he stays away from me... I'm too valuable for the boss to die here." He said in a shaky voice

"But...but did you look at the guy? He looks like a freaking monster!" Ricky now gulped, he had been hired as extra muscle for the crime syndicat about a week ago, but he still knew what the boss would do to him if he let one of his mages die.
"Fine, but hurry up another of your spell things!" He exclaimed hastily. "And please, not another fireball... I barely dodged last time."

"No problem Ricky, I'll shoot him with another spell." 'I can't let it be known that I know only this one spell' He thought to himself, before seeing something that made his blood run cold.

Melkor was now in a full-on dead sprint, covering much distance in a few seconds, he was like a speed train of doom, leaving a charred path behind him.

Ricky jumped at him with his dagger, he plunged the blade into his right shoulder, but the human did not care nor did he stop as the cat clung to him. He did not stop his run of death, seemingly not affected by the extra eighty pounds that were on top of him by now. He went straight for the mage, who conjured up yet another fireball.

Ricky now grabbed his dagger again, preparing not to miss anything lethal with his next stab. He felt a cold sensation running down his back as he felt a powerful grip on his tail. Before he could look at the problem, he was already flying through the air at great speeds. It seems that Melkor has used his left arm to throw him off.
Before Ricky could see where he was going, an orange light showed him that he had no time to worry about what would be...

There was another explosion as he collided with the last fireball of his companion, who looked traumatized by now, I mean, who wouldn't, after this whole situation.
Nothing, really nothing had prepared him for two maniacs such as these....there was little left but a burnt pile of flesh, cloth and bones left of his former guard and comrade. Adrenaline rushed through his body, and he began to book it as fast as his legs could carry him over the streets now filled with blood that stained the sand, of course, he couldn't report this or seek refuge with the city guard, as they would immediately recognize him. Sweat runs down his forehead and tears well up in his eyes, thinking that he will meet his end here. His departure has of course not gone unnoticed by his enemy...

Melkor was chasing the magician at top speed, so fast he left a small dust cloud every time he set his foot on the ground, he had a lot of ground to cover though, and his energy began to deplete more and more by the second.
A loud booming sound stopped him after the cat turned a corner into an alleyway. Smoke filled his vision, smoke so thick you couldn't see your own hands through it. He still marched trough with an iron will to pursue his foe.
The smoke ridden air filled his lungs and he began to cough, it was so severe that he had to stop and bend over.
Something was not right, this smoke was not ordinary, it hurt to breathe and it felt to him like he would choke any moment now, he has fallen for an obvious trap.
A firm hand grabbed Melkor by the collar and yanked him out.
Jerb had realized the severity of the situation and decided to help his friend, who now lay on the ground, wheezing.

"You're a stubborn fucker, that I gotta give ya" Jerb only continued to watch as the human writhed on the ground, obviously in pain.

As he took the first breath of fresh air, Melkors vision returned to him, and other senses followed suit.
His magic had worn off, as has his adrenaline, the pain he felt was like nothing he ever knew, being a city kid who never got into any sort of trouble other than stealing some pastries that one time, he did not have a high pain tolerance.

"Aaaaaaarghh!" His screams filled the air, he was horrified to see his arm in its crippled state.
He lay there and tries to catch his breath between the shouts he gave, what a turn of events.... the day started off fine, it grew more boring sure but he didn't want this. Oh, boy, did he hate it, the pain and the feeling of 'what have I done' really ate at him while he was still just on the ground.

Jerb, who had seen enough now and didn't want to see his comrade like this, took Melkor in his arms and bandaged his arm with some of his torn cloth. "You know..... I am really grateful for what you did, not many people would have stayed and fought. But you, Mel, you did something I really didn't expect, the bastard told you to leave and you had every right to, seeing as this was all my fault. Half of my squad would've abandoned me were the odds against us by this much." He gave a light chuckle, before giving Melkor a determined look "If you, my friend, are ever faced with great danger or a perilous situation, you can count on this ol' bull to be there by your side." He ended his speech with a smile, before facing forward again, he didn't speak for the entire backtrack, there was nothing but the silent chatter of the street, that soon turned into the bustling noise of a market again.

Melkor's screams had stopped during the speech, he still winced and grunted with almost every step, but he tried his best to listen to what the minotaur wanted to tell him.
It was hard for him to get used to this strange place, it was cool without a doubt, and he had magic. Moments like these though, where he lived the life of a soldier without being trained as one, damn was it hard, first his fight with Raging War and the diamond dog ambush, and now he has barely survived.
But even though his arm was shattered and his lungs burned like hell, he couldn't help but think... about how awesome it had been to use his powers in battle and fight side by side with his first true friend in Orin. And hearing those words coming out of Jerb's mouth, sure helped to numb the pain....

He had a lot to talk about with his squad tonight

It was, as he says it...."One hell of a day"

Author's Note

Okay, the lockdown has got me on my feet again. My finals are over and I have decided to continue once again, I have some great ideas on how to continue the saga from now on, thank you all again for reading my friends :)