Kor was nervous but he could see the whole confrontation with Growl.
The giant was shrieking in pain, and indeed blinded - moreover wounded. It was almost shocking to see the giant trying in vain to attack. But he could feel him leap off growling quietly, Growl scowled as he pulled himself to his feet. He could hear the damn Orc as he started his way there.
Kor felt his hands tremble as he came closer, though he could hear Baerm’s response. Could he do it? He didn’t know. But as soon as he was close enough he did as he was told. He slashed hard and fast, with all the bravery that he’d always had.
He’d waited too long to strike back all these years so he used all the pent up rage he had.
Before he did what the Brutan told him though - he very violently stabbed him right in the damn heel for good measure and leaving it stuck in there. Scrambling away as the giant cried out in severe pain - hitting the ground. ”Damn you, damn you,” he spat out blood. Trying to drag himself but clearly bleeding out and fast. ”i’ll kill you too boy. Get over here you little urchin, I’ll eat you alive too.”
But despite his fear, Kor wouldn’t hardly show it. He stood tall before spitting back. ”You get what you deserve ugly. I’m done being your mutt,” he managed. He could hear the giant’s snarl of annoyance. ”Besides he’s the one who said he’s hungry. Maybe it’s time you were the meal.”
Baerm looked back at the kid, and nodded in approval, the giant was badly hurt, but it wouldn't keep him down for long. He had one final shot to finish this before the giant became enraged and tore at everything around him. Once that happened all they could do was run or attack at a distance. Gritting his teeth, he held his sword in front of him. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. The kids strike was good, now it was his turn to finish the job.
Rushing forward, he felt the inner strength of his fathers enchanted blade, a sword that had saved him time and again. His eyes opened and he dived at the giants back, aiming right for the heart. He pushed harder, forcing the blade in as deep as possible. Then finally, while hanging onto the sword embedded into the giants back, he unsheathed his dagger and slammed it into the giants throat.
Before the giant said a single word, Baerm pulled both blades out of the giants broken body and jumped off its shoulders onto the ground. Taking several steps to the side as to stay out of the giants way in case it fell backward. "I think ill eat you instead, you ugly meat sack."
Growl didn’t put up much of a fight - rather he trembled and vomited violently before dropping. But as he went down, Kor grabbed the bone knife one last time and at his final twitch he stabbed him deep in between the eyes. Going for whatever tiny brain that freak of nature had.
He felt great relief when the giant finally stopped breathing. A part of him wanted to reach and grab the knife. But the other part of him was crying out in relief - he was dead, after all of that. He was dead. The only reminder at all of him being the iron collar around his neck.
Kor took a deep breath finally, keeping himself calm.
But he was completely exhausted for obvious reasons. Barely keeping himself steady, having exerted far more energy than he had in a long time. “Thank you,” he finally managed in basic as he turned to the orc. Staying on his knees. “I never thought... Never thought I’d be free of him.”
He then managed. “He really.. He’s really dead right?” A part of him could barely believe it.
Baerm sheathed his broad sword while still holding his dagger in hand. The kid had guts, that much was certain. Though Baerm supposed he had to be that way in order to survive. As Baerm examined the corpse of the 2nd giant, he bent down and removed the childs bone dagger. In the common tongue Baerm replied in a deep but softer tone. "Yeah kid it's dead, that was a solid hit, you did good."
Baerm wiped the bone dagger with the edge of his sleeve to clean it and handed it to the kid without a word. Standing to his feet, baerm spoke quietly, "Two questions, were those the only two, and are there others they kept as slaves?" Baerm silently observed his surroundings, if there was another surely they would have heard all the commotion.
Kor looked up at the Brutan as he took out the knife. A part of him worried he’d now attack him.
When he handed it back, the child took it carefully. He of course had questions as Kor sat there. Of course the orc had questions and it surprised him how kind he was speaking. No one ever spoke to him kindly, even those that were not giants had treated him as lower than dirt and considered him as a slave in all matters of the word.
“They fled. I think you scared them too badly for them to keep going,” he explained as he looked up at him. “They’d only come back for me. And no doubt they think me dead too by now. If not I soon would be since they already wanted me dead.”
When he mentioned other slaves, he shook his head. “I wasn’t so much a slave as a lap dog. That’s why they kept me alive to begin with. No full fledged slave lasts longer than a month,” he managed. His voice a little tight. “That said with my collar and present situation... I’m sure you can find a buyer if you wanted to. Most everyone’s concerned I don’t exist.”
He then stood a little. “But I’m likely to run if you try. I have no desire to be a pet or belong to another any longer,” he noted. “An orphan in bondage I was. But I’m not simply going to lay down and die in it.” His spirit was clear though he also knew that the orc had the advantage. “I didn’t survive as a giant’s plaything for almost ten years because I’m weak.”
Baerm snorted with a kind of half laugh, then looked directly into the kids eyes. "I know the evils of giants boy, I am no giant and I want no slaves." He gave the boy a nod and cleared his throat. "Keep that dagger on ya kid, you'll need it. I got things to do and places to be, but I wont leave a child alone on the edge of a swamp. So you will follow me until we find a safer place for you."
Without another word he stepped onto the middle of the giants chest with his dagger in hand. He looked up at the boy and smiled. Plunging the dagger into the creatures chest and carved out of his heart. Baerm pulled out a piece of cloth from a pocket beneath his plate mail and wrapped the heart, taking a small piece of clear string to tie the wrapped heart to his waist.
"An alchemist in Trius will pay a high price for the heart of a hill giant. Its an rare ingredient for a powerful healing potion. Might come in handy."
It was shocking to him that someone didn’t want to put him to work. He’d been worried about that - yet he also felt calm. For the first time genuinely feeling safe, before commenting. “I owe you my life and my freedom then,” Kor explained kindly. “As long as I travel with you. You have my loyalty.” He explained. “And I may want to learn more of your profession. Slaying giants, I mean. They’ve done so much bad to me I want to hit back - as hard as I can.”
He then added - rather calmly. “I already know how to kill them. I’ve seen enough of them die in my time. But I never want to be at the mercy of one again,” he explained. Before moving to try and detach his collar - no easy task, as it had been welded shut. “I’ll need a way to live anyway. Ain’t no one got time for a slave kid - let alone one who will always look Over his shoulder for hill giants. But I’m ready to make my own path if I have to.”
Finally giving up on his collar, he grunted. But turned to see the orc cutting out his heart. “I know other things they had that could get you quite a lot. Least I can do,” he explained honestly. “They’ve been on a war path for a while now. Ate two rich guys last week - took the gold.”
Baerm raised an eyebrow as he looked at the kid, for a scrawny human he seemed remarkably free of fear, a trait that Baerm and his people respected. Without replying to the kids remarks, he started walking back towards his horse barely half a mile away, still bound to a tree. He stretched his arms and cracked his neck. With a quick glance he looked back at the young boy. "I got a horse nearby, you comin boy?"
He continued to walk in the direction of his horse, following a worn out trail through a small patch of trees. He expected the kid to follow him. As much as he wanted to figure out who the boy was and where he came from, he was a professional at the end of the day. His payment for slaying the two hill giants was waiting for him back in the port city of Trius.
He must have found him foolish he figured. After all the Brutan towered over him and didn’t seem to be too afraid. But at the same time he thought he recognized maybe a hint of respect? All the same he had nothing to lose in following him.
As he did he attempted to flick some of the mud out of his hair and body. God he would be going into a town looking like a bat outta hell. “You’re probably wondering how I ended up there, huh?” He asked calmly. “I only know a little of the story. When I was a few months old my family was living in a village somewhere - those hill giants that took me were part of a raiding party sent to little more than kill. One named Oarlung lead them or something like that...” he explained - with little knowledge of the way his words might effect the Brutan.
“I was the only baby in the village so he took me as a trophy. But he gets easily bored with his playthings - if the times I’ve seen him since are anything to go by. So he sold me to Growl a few weeks later,” he explained. “They get bored easily though so I’ve been sold around to others. But uh, Growl “liked” me so he always got me back.” He explained honestly.
Taking a deep breath - he then added. “So how does one become a giant slayer anyway? I’ve heard of you before - they’re all afraid of you,” he explained with curiosity.
Baerm stopped dead in his tracks, his head swimming with thoughts. Oarlung, the beast of a hill giant that murdered his family all those years ago. He turned slowly, refusing to allow any emotion show on his face. This human boy talked to much, that was obvious, but then again he was just a child. What did he expect from a youngster. Baerm was always a brutan of few words, but hearing the kid ramble on about his greatest enemy stirred memories of pain and anger.
In a stern yet calculating voice he looked the kid dead in the eye. His gaze like that of a man forcibly hiding pain. "Where were you when that bastard took you?" His lip twitched ever so slightly. It had been over a decade since he last heard anyone even speak the name of his fiercest rival. Baerm had to remind himself that this kid must have fought tooth and nail to survive, he didn't know the gravity of his words. With a deep breath he continued. "Where are you from, and where did he take you?"