On Fiend Planet.....
A 4 foot green figure could be seen standing on top of a hill. He seemed to be looking down at a camp of orange men, watching their every movement. A bone sword, and wooden bow could be seen criss crossed on his back.
"Ever since I picked this bow up it sure has come in handy." He remembers hunting down a group of 20 orange invaders. After cutting them down he found a red skin tribesman hiding in the distance. He was hurt and needed some light medical aid, luckley the 'first aid' skills his big brother showed him came in handy. To show his thanks the red tribesman gave his bow and a few arrows made from wood with bone or rock heads. On the tail a few magic beast feathers could be seen.
The green skin youth did not know how to use a bow, so he asked if the red skin tribesman could show him. Over the course of a few hours the red tribesman showed him how to shoot and aim the bow and also how to make more arrows. After thinking it over the red tribesman also gave him his quiver since he had no bow to use it with anymore. He looked around for a decent looking bone sword and said his goodbyes to the green skinned youth as he turned around and walked off into an unknown direction.
After the two parted the green skinned youth began practicing his bow skills, using it to hunt any 'prey' he found from afar, slowly he got the hang of using the bow to the point it felt as if it was a part of him. He could hit his target from hundreds of yards away accurately. Thus, he began his massacre, any group of orange invaders that were unlucky enough to meet him were quickly wiped out, by the time any could reach his hiding spot all he had to do was quickly dispatch them with his sword.
Currently he was looking down at the biggest group he had encountered so far. An army of almost 1,000 strong. They had already set down their camp and were enjoying meals by a big bonfire. A couple hours passed and the feast had finally calmed down. A few patrols could be seen walking around,numbering between 10 to 15 men.
Bob the green skinned youth, took a couple arrows out of his quivers, he had about 200 arrows on him. He then wrapped some thin strips of leather around the arrowheads and dipped them in a wine like substance. He two sparking rocks out and proceed to light one arrow. After a few tries he was finally successful in lighting one using that he hit about 20 more. It just so happens to be about 20 tents in the camp that was set up below. He notched an arrow, aming directly at the center most tent and then fired.
Shhhuuuaa! Shhuuuua! Shuuuuaa!
Multiple arrows could be heard flying through the air. One after another tents lit up in a blaze. Bob didn't stop until he was out of flaming arrows almost successfully burning every tent. After the first ten shots the orange invaders were fully alerted and tried to put out the fire. They were only able to save 3 tents. With the numbers that had left Bob could easily wipe them out with moderate effort.
First he began picking them with arrows to dwindle down their numbers. Arrows could be heard whistling through the air one after the other. Bodys of orange invaders could be seen dropping like flies. Soon there were only around 50 of them left. A green figure could be seen descending the mountain at top speed. A bone sword in hand charging fearlessly at the group of orange invaders.
Fear gripped the orange invaders, they seemed to have remembered wiping out a tribe of green skin fiends a couple months ago. They could only think that this was a vengeful ghost that manifested to hunt them. Trembling, the orange invaders wanted to drop their weapons and run, but they had nowhere to run too, only hard wasteland was ahead of them and without any food or water they could hardly survive long before being picked off by a magic beast. Standing their ground was the only option.
Clenching teeth and fist the charged ahead at the vengeful ghost. Seeing them charging at him and not running away, Bob was surprised, he was certain they would be scared shit less by now. Nonetheless it wouldn't change their fate, they were destined to die the minute they ran into him. Increasing his speed after reaching the bottom of the hill, he dashed to the nearest orange invading chopping down, splitting him in two. Blood splattered all over his blade and body. Like a phantom he moved from person to person chopping, slashing and thrusting. He wasted no movements any time his sword moved a death followed.
Within a few minutes the last orange invader drew his last breath. Bob walked over to a jug of water that survived the fire and proceeded to wash off the blood from his body. He blew out a cold breath. "It should be almost about time for me to head back to Big Brother, I remember he said we were going to meet his father, I wonder what his father is like? Surely he must be a great man just like big brother. Without Big Brother training I wouldn't be able to get some revenge for my village." He used the special connection between himself and Godfrey and contacted him to bring him back.
In a courtyard in Pale-Blood Castle….
"Oh It seems Bob is ready to come back, just in time too, I was just about to contact him if he was going to take any longer." Said a red hair youth.
"I can't wait to meet him. From what you said about him he should be just a little kid, it should be interesting to see how he acts." Said a purple hair girl.
A few red symbols appeared on the floor followed by a bright flash of light. A 4 foot tall green figure appeared. A bow and bone sword criss crossed on his back, he had on some leather armour and light scars all over his exposed skin.
Godfrey looked at the green figure and shock was on his face. "Bob what happened to you? Did you not appear in your village? Were you attacked." he asked in a concerned tone.
"Big Brother I'll tell you all about, let's talk inside." Bob replied in a sad tone, grief all over his face.
The trio proceed to walk into the main room of the courtyard…...