Brute.
That is one word to describe Drogba.
After plugging a hose of Life Potion in his veins, Drogba is able to quickly recover from his prior injuries. The Life Potion is miraculous, and even Drogba who has strong resistance towards potions can feel the effects in his heavily battered and burnt body.
The moment an 'incident' appears at the estate, Drogba is the first to move. It is a happy coincidence on his part that his house is at the north gate, so the moment the commotion occurs, he immediately is able to respond quite fast.
To his surprise, the commotion comes from a bear. "How the fuck did this get inside?" He asks no one in particular as there is no one to converse with him.
The bear has black fur and a big bulk. It doesn't look like a normal bear, especially with the fury and power it manifests. Some houses even find themselves torn to rubble as the bear casually demolishes one building and another.
Drogba feels a sense of amusement as the bear reminds him of himself. The sense of kinship is bizarre, but for a battle maniac, this proves to be very appealing.
Casually hefting a ginormous great axe from his spare weapons, he leaves his humble house to deal with the pest. Bringing his axe down which is two inches thick of pure steel, Drogba aims at the neck of the bear. "Come here, I will have you decorate my wall!"
But again, to his surprise, the bear seems to be not your average pest.
The bear has cunning in its unusually reddened eyes as it evades with a dexterity that doubles Drogba's movement. Comes successively is the bear's retaliation with a swipe. Drogba as a proud strongman didn't retreat but meets the bear's paw head-on with a punch of his own.
Drogba's confidence takes a hit as the bear overpowers him with the swipe. Drogba the brute has his fist bouncing back with quite a force. The strongman Drogba's attributes are double of a bear, yet here is one that triumphs over Drogba with attributes over quadruple of a normal bear.
Aware that he shouldn't take the beast before him lightly, Drogba takes it more seriously as he stabilizes his stance while he withdraws the axe.
"This fucker must be one of those, aight? A magic species is definitely a top-notch wall decoration."
The bear ignores Drogba's idle rambling as it hurls itself forward with momentum. Anticipating the bear's weight, Drogba slants his knee and dodges the bear at the last second with a roll. Flanking the bear to its side, Drogba attacks with his great axe with savage cruelty.
"I will be only needing your head, pal! So there is no harm fucking your ass, aight?"
Drogba maliciously laughs. With light steps, Drogba deals with the Stalker Bear with patience. Taking advantage of his light clothing, a leather piece removing the armor, Drogba attacks the bear with a flurry.
Time and time again, the bear tries to tackle Drogba but always fails. Though the bear has overwhelming attributes, it cannot compare to Drogba's technique and human adaptability.
Though Drogba is a brute, he is not too shy about using his brains, especially with his most recent humiliation reminding him of what he lacks.
Slowly. Wounds accumulate on the bear, and maybe in a flash of inspiration, it decides to go all out.
Drogba finds great surprise as the bear sinks in its shadow languidly. At first, Drogba is hesitant about what he should do next due to being unfamiliar with the magical species. He doesn't even know the native and most common monsters in the Fendra province.
"Little tricks!"
To things that Drogba doesn't have answers to, he only has one solution— brute force.
Bringing his axe down to the shadow, Drogba proceeds to annihilate the bear. However, the Stalker parasite operating on the bear is anticipating this.
Usually, a Stalker while inside the shadow pocket will only have a tenth of its original abilities. However, under the influence of the Berserker Potion, the Stalker doesn't have to be as slow as a turtle anymore.
The shadow in the shape of a bear swerves with little motion able to dodge Drogba's strike. With its best speed, the Bear undoes its shadow pocket and comes from under Drogba.
Drogba senses the danger, however, he is too late. The Stalker Bear goes for a bear hug completely shattering Drogba's escape routes.
While at it, the bear bites at Drogba's neck. With no choice but to brave it, Drogba responds by similarly biting the Bear's neck. Drogba's uncanny strong survival instincts kick in as he breaks off his left arm forcibly pulling it from the bear's hug.
Drogba punches the bear's snout causing the bear to flinch. Drogba is still holding onto his great axe with his right hand. "You fucker." With great ferocity, Drogba drives his axe at the bear's skull. "Fuck," He feels disappointed for a moment. "What a waste of good wall décor."
"I have come to report, sir!" A young messenger comes to Drogba and reveals his intentions quickly not even bothering to look at the monstrous bear.
"Horun, your direct assistant was killed in battle. Elves have wantonly caused destruction on the barracks, and are now making a mess inside the watch tower. The Roswell Mansion is on fire, and the sight of Count Urden is yet to be seen…"
The messenger halts his words clearly in disbelief at what is happening. "D-did I forget something?" He fearfully asks himself as the terror of the bloody elves comes to his mind.
Only now did Drogba realize the thick rising smoke coming from a distance. Because of the darkness of the night, he barely is able to recognize it. But as he focuses more, Drogba slowly catches a glimpse of rising flames from where he assumes the Roswell mansion should be.
"Tell me more." With an intimidating presence, Drogba ushers the messenger to cough up whatever information he still has. Drogba is too much in the heat of the battle enjoying the bear's company that he didn't even bother taking his 'real job' seriously.
But now it is a different story.
Elves, the bear, and the burning of Roswell mansion… The pandemonium spreads like an invisible hand of evil. It is too sudden. Too fast.
Drogba only did battle not even for a whole hour, and it is already like this.
The messenger gulps at Drogba's glaring and intimidation. "The elves fearlessly charge on our tents and makes a massacre of our highest officials. They are too quick on their feet. After that, they proceeded to slaughter upwards to the watch tower. They want to occupy it to secure… victory…"
Drogba frowns. That watchtower is an effective measure to observe the whole estate and spot large armies from a distance. If elves famous for their bowmanship takes a hold of the tower, they will have a superior advantage that will definitely slaughter lots of the Count's soldiers.
"How many?" Drogba asks the important question.
And the messenger answers. "Twenty…"
Drogba didn't hear wrong. Even if he asks the second time, the messenger's answer stays the same.
It is twenty elves.
The messenger aware of how crazy it sounds tells another piece of information to Drogba. "It is true, sir… The estate manor is also under attack. We already sent soldiers, but they are being held off by one elf."
Drogba feels a headache at this impossibleness. "Heh~ those fucking elves really have done it! They have gone insane!"
Twenty elves against hundreds of human soldiers.
Though twenty is not the real number, even if Drogba knows that there are actually just over thirty of them, he will feel still the same. "They are fucking crazy!"
Drogba madly laughs. He recalls the night raid they just did under Count Galen's orders. Their mission is to find a certain silver-haired elf, for what reason, Drogba doesn't bother. That night raid is still clear to Drogba's mind even now. In his opinion, it is a great sport.
"Defend the watchtower at all cost. I will be going to the estate manor."
Without looking back, Drogba rushes to the Urden main manor. He is a cruel man through and through, but despite all of that, he holds a hard iron will of authentic loyalty to the Urden family. It is his lord's highest order to protect Garus at all costs, so that is what Drogba shall do.
Garus is a sensible young man and should know how to keep his head on his shoulders for some time. With this belief, Drogba takes great strides in anticipation of a battle.
From a distance and just by the manor gate stands a single elf warrior heroically defending the gate against an army of human soldiers over two digits.
Drogba roars as he pounces forward, his weight carries him into a parabola as he brings down his axe.
The elf fearlessly meets Drogba's axe with his curved sword with skill as he lowers his knees a bit, and springs into action as he leans his weight to the side. The elf parries the great axe to the other side, and then simultaneously strikes Drogba's chest.
Drogba realizes just how foolish he is…
He is not a brute… He is just a boor…
"What is… your name, warrior?"
Drogba asks with difficulty as red dyes his chest, and what remains of his breath leaves him.
The real brute is the elf, and his name is… "Trudviar…" Realizing that he is not just an elf anymore, he adds. "General in service of the Elf King, Trudivar of Yoretree…"
And just like that, the brute and the boor end their meeting.