Bleux went on one knee, looking at the goblin who just awoke. His missing arm covered with gangu, his straight black hair grown to shoulder length. 'Can you even speak?' Bleux asked.
The goblin answered in a growl, once he noticed his arm his jaw would fall open in shock, flapping his one arm like a bird. Bleux put his hand on top top of the goblins head, instantly calming him. Bleux stood back up. 'He is not one of us'
'yeah, if he was he would've been able to talk,' Kara responded, 'should we dump him back in the wild'
'nono, if we do that he surely will die, this will be a great opportunity to see our other brothers again' Bleux said, he asked Kara to take care of the goblin till it fully healed, and if she could learn it their langue.
The next day the sixteen winners of te previous day rounded up to do their morning sprint. Only to see that the others of their group did not show up.
The day was a misty one, not being able to see anything infront of them, only hearing the river flow and everyone began to see strange figures in the fog that where not there.
Pipin and boksen stuck close to eachother, keeping their calm for the presence that was coming to them, the others preparing with a battle stance.
'you must have noticed that your other brethren did not show up for our mornig jog,' Jaren came out of the misty fog, casually resting his hands on his hips.
'that is because that this isn't supposed to be a morning jog dummies.' he let out a goofy smile sticking his tongue out expecting the others to laugh. When he saw Cycle was the only one that was. He let out a *ahum* and continued.
'see that light there,' he pointed to a orange light in the distance, probably on a hill, the fire being alone and odd like a lonely star.
'when I tell you to run, you guys need run to that hill. The first Seven get to it pass to the finals' Jaren stopped and walked to the river to get a drink.
'running, I can't run' boksen said to Pipin, a little afraid. 'run when he isn't looking, you wil need an early start' Pipin said smiling broadly with a thumbs up.
One tried to get started early but Jaren knocked him out 'Remember guys, when I said run' he looked down to the goblin, who's eyes where rolling. 'Thats one less' he whispered to himself.
Eli stood with both hands to the ground, on foot all the way back, the other ready to run, looking at Jaren with fierce attantion.
Cycle who stood up again, wiping the tears away from his face, started hopping with his feet. 'let's find out who is really fast.' he said, while doing shoulder rolls midair.
Pipin did the same as Eli but looked up at Boksen 'Seems this isn't your day buddy,' he let out, with a look of pitty 'But if I become a squad leader you can become second, like my bleux'
Boksen's face started to show anger, his eyebrows tensing up, his teeth showing
'I wish that was different, I wish Bleux was the top guy, then I wouldn't have to fight people injured, or go against uneven odds'
'What do you mean, boss Jaren is awesome, without him we would be dead' Pipin said a little worried. Boksen looked at Jaren 'Yeah that is true, but sometimes he pushes us to hard, like he want us to die.'
'if you want to be lazy just say that' Pipin laughed, trying to make Boksen do the same
'why would you say that?' Boksen asked, his face worried now.
Pipin looked to what he saw, Jaren looking boksen straight in the eyes like a wolf staring down a prey. Boksen began to shiver on the spot, his feet becoming nothing more than sticks.
Jaren, went back to drinking water, he felt all the looks he was getting, but was to lazy to stare them all down. When he was done he stood up he looked at everyone, seeing the tension build in their body, gambling at who wouldn't make it. 'RUN' he quickly let out.
At that second, everybody bursted from their spot, past Jaren, a few, being flung in the air by one of the bigger goblin's, who was almost as tall as Jaren.
All of their feet would fling dirt and grass at Jaren's face because of their sprinting. He allowed it this time. 'Let's see how useful your inventions are?' he said, looking back at the shadowy figure in the mist
'Y-yes sir' He responded
The road they had to follow, was the same as always, from the river, to the hill, but this time not back, with that this race would only take thirty minutes.
Pipin picked up the pace very fast, passing everyone in mere seconds, knocking who would let him, so Boksen still had some kind of a chance. Slithering through the trees that would appear out of thin air, he felt on his ankle's, a thin thread. Running further, a massive log swung towards him, which he hardly managed to dodge. 'not only a fog but also this... I like it.' he thought.
Behind him another goblin was running close to passing Pipin, when he fel down a hole. His screams would echo through the woods, but suddenly stopped, not a impact sound to be heard'
Further ahead pipin heard from behind him a loud 'He died' his thought referring back to the other goblin.
Cycle, who was in sixt place on purpose, was casually running through all the traps, dodging everything that came for him. Jumping over the spikes that appeared from under him, ducking under the spears that would fly to him, pushing the other goblin's down so they would also fall in a trap.
Then laughing his ass of if they got hurt, or even died. His eyes where brown, baggy and low. He had a skinny body, but he himself was under the tallest of the goblins. His hair was very thick and curly, looking like an afro.
Eli was on spot number four, didn't attack the ones she passed, although they tried to do that to her, was running with a purpose, focused on the hill infront of her. She could, just as Cycle dodge all the traps with ease by bursting through them, the spears that flew to her she would grab in midair and snap two.
When she fell in a hole she would do a split grabbing either side of the walls and climb back up, like a force of nature she couldn't be stopped. When she saw other goblin's who were hurt she would help them get back, so the could either continue or go to the village.
She had long brown hair, her face dotted with freckles, her body, had strange figures drawn on her with mud
when she saw a goblin to the side, who was dazed, she would put them on a tree so he wouldn't get ran over by the rest.
Suddenly she felt to hands on her back, pushing her towards the rope that was lying in a circulair way on the ground. She landed on it with her hands, instantly the rope tightened around her arm pulling her upwards.
Her instincts telling her that danger was around her. She began bitting the rope, feeling that death was coming closer, she finally fell back down. Moments later multiple spears launched at the rope, piercing through the fog not killing anyone
'He you asshole, what was that for' she yelled at the person who was laughing and running off, who she could barely see.
Standing in a coat of mist Cycle turned back to her.
'oh your still alive, cool' he said planning to start running again, than looked back with a surprised look.
'your that crazy chick that beat the snot out of Nagy yesterday! Why were you helping that loser?' he asked.
Eli did not answer, but her head was fuming. Seeing that, Cycle lifted his shoulders, casually running further, disappearing just as he came.
All the way in the back Boksen was trying to catch up, his belly still making unusual moves. Right infront of him, Boko was, throwing whomever was infront of him away like some old toy.
Boksen did not want to pass Boko, otherwise he would be the next toy and he took care of the competition. Boko and him were always last, but the people infront of them were thinning, unknowingly making them number seven and eight.
Boksen heard his brothers infront screaming in pain it caused a little pain in his hart, making him tear up, but not making him cry, just angry. Jaren put them in this space, it was Jaren who was supposed to cry, who was supposed to die.
This was only reinforced by the body's or shadowy uncounsious figures he saw while running forward. They finally arrived at the hill and attempted to climb, but everytime they would fall down. He would crawl upwards on all four, to no avail. He looked at his hands and felt his soggy feet, it was mud, the brown stains covering his body.
When he looked upward his hope fell downwards. He was to heavy to climb, he was also to tired. All the regret from eating everything he could came back to him, making him fall to his knees.
'Damn jaren,' he said to himself 'how can I succeed with an awful boss like you!' His anger making him want to scream to the sky
Then he looked at Boko, who was halfway up the hill. Boko was twice his size but still kept up, punching his fist into the mud, making it easier. 'You can't quit now Boksen!' he heard from up the hill Pipin's head poking from the top.
the sun began the shine as noon struck, warming up Boksen's body
He noticed one last person infront of him, and threw a hand sized rock at him, knocking him out, making him slide down.
He copied Boko, hanging from every rock poking from the hill. Somethimes he would slide, but everytime he kept climbing, finishing on the seventh spot. Bleux was there with a bowl of water, gulping it all down and shared it with Boksen.
Cycle, Eli, Boko, Pipin, Boksen, Kaki and Suga finished the race on time. when they lined up, everybody except Bleux kept their space from Eli
'you did good Boksen' Bleux said
'Thank you boss' Boksen replied
It was month two, day twenty nine. Of the sixteen who participated in the race, two died.