Devils in the Cavern

It wasn't very long before the four intruders came into view. They looked like very normal citizens, wearing the style of clothing for that period. Brandishing pitchforks, they seemed to have more energy than most folk, since their pace of speed never diminished in any way. They stopped briefly, as Jack came into their view, breaking his cover. It was enough for them to spot him. He then ran back to the cover of the trees.

They advanced rapidly as Charlie silently brought an arrow to her bow, while Jack resumed his position behind the oak tree. As he had predicted, two of the men came through the opening together. At the point where the trap lay, Jack waited with patience, then pulled the string until it became rigid. They both fell simultaneously, with a crashing thud upon the ground.

The one on the right hand side never again moved as Charlie's arrow, by this time, had already found its mark straight into his upper back. The second one soon regained his senses, but not for long, as Jack came from behind his hiding place and threw his knife with deadly accuracy towards his victim. Blood spurted out of the penetrating weapon's entrance. Try as he could, the Dronian could not pull it out. He fell back, still clutching his red-stained shirt.

The other two stopped, wondering whether to go the same way or not. Did they have the same courage as the first two? It was soon answered, as they started their own run towards Jack, who was desperately trying to pick up and load his bow. The second arrow, coming from Charlie's position, once again found its mark. The victim staggered. The arrow had gone through his heart. He then fell, howling, in front of his fellow colleague.

"Three down, one to go!" shouted Charlie with an impassionate joy.

The last survivor hurled his pitchfork towards Jack, which caused him to side step to the cover of the tree. Luckily, this man-beast had seen enough. He turned tail and ran with all his might, back the way he had come.

"Get him, Jack, quick!"

Jack really didn't need any encouragement, as he calmly walked forward and took aim at the fleeing Dronian. He must have been some hundred and fifty yards away by now, but there was no escape from Jack's accuracy. The silver-tipped arrow flew as straight as an eagle in flight. It found its prey and destroyed it.

Charlie clambered down from her hideout. She couldn't resist jumping up and down with great joy. Meanwhile, Jack had slumped down to the ground, clutching his shoulder.

"Jack! What's the matter?"

She ran to him, only to find a blood soaked shoulder.

"That damned pitch fork caught me," stammered Jack. "Find something to wrap me up, will you?"

"I'm so sorry, Jack, I didn't even see it hit you."

"I just wasn't quick enough, that's all Charlie. The thing hit the tree with one prong while the other one caught my shoulder. It'll be all right, it's only superficial."

"Superficial or not, you've lost enough blood as it is, look at your leg!"

Charlie stripped off her jacket to her undergarments. The cloth she was wearing was clean and absorbable. She had no hesitation in taking off the top that covered her beautiful, firm breasts.

"My God, girl, I wish you wouldn't do that. It could give me a heart attack!"

"Well then, at least you'll die with a smile on your face," she laughed, "now stop looking at me and keep still."

Putting her naked charms back into her jacket, she got to work on this smiling hero. With the gentleness of a young nurse, she covered his wounds with as much experience as a professional would.

A groan ascended from one of the fallen victims. Both looked around, then Charlie stood. "I'll take care of this!" she demanded.

She took one of the arrows from its case and calmly walked up to the slightly moving beast. She showed no hesitation in plunging the arrow deep into his back. In a fevered action, she made sure of its death by twisting it in even further. No more noise came from its mutilated body.