Alessio jumped high and grapsed the branch, pulling himself into the tree just as several poison darts flew through the air where he had occupied not more than a second before. It seemed the locals didnt like him straying to close to the temples. He ducked low as another dart shot over his head, and looked down to see several humanoid shapes darting in and out of the bushes, taking turns to shoot at him with blowpipes. Skinks, he thought, a frown crossing his face. Hard to track for humans, blending in as well as they did, but for a Skaven, especially one such as himself, they were just another form of prey.
With a huge jump, he jumped from his tree into another, then, almost without stopping, moved to a third, then a forth, then a fifth, weaving a web of complex agility around the Skinks. After a while, they started to get confused, shooting at him as he moved the other direction, pausing, and trying to track him, and occasionally, missing him by several meters.
Knowing that these were the best odd he was going to get, he jumped from the tree onto the nearest Skink, his blade slashing out as he flew through the air. The creatures panicked cries came to late, as his blade carved straight through its neck, sending a splatter of blood arcing high in the air, and knocking the head off to one side. He moved in the opposite direction of the head, and the Skinks turned round, their gaze on the blood, and the head as it flew, missing the Skaven completely. With a cruel grin, one of his blade whipped from his hand, burying itself up to the hilt in a Skinks chest, before his claw cut another in half, from shoulder to hip, letting the body slump down on the floor on half, limbs still twitching as the lizard died.
The surviving Skinks realised to late, that they were fighting a losing battle, and tried to retreat to the temple, running as fast as their legs could carry them through the forest. Alessio stabbed them in the back as they ran, cut their legs out from underneath them, and darted in and out, picking one off with every attack, a half seen shadow in the forest.
After a while, there was only one Skink left, the other dozen of his fellow dead on the ground, their fowl blood seeping into the earth. It ran quickly, but not as fast as Alessio claw moved, as it stabbed deep into the Skinks back, and ended up protruding from its chest. For a moment, its body stiffened, then it died, and slumped forwards onto the floor, as Alessio pulled backwards, sheathing his claw.
He went back to the corpses, and picked up his knife, only now noticing the poison dart, neatly stuck in his cloak. That was to close, he thought as he pulled it out, and threw it aside, caring not for the venom on its point. He took one last glance around, then continued his trek into the forest, sighing as he realised he had barely covered a quarter of the distance to his destination.
This was going to take a long time...

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