Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2005 12:08:15 -0500
From: RedRush773 <redrush773@comcast.net>
Subject: MinotaurRuler,Gay SF/Fantcy, Chap 31, The Battle

	Marko made it to Aurin's camp sooner then he thought possible.  He
was exhausted from the pace he pushed himself to maintain.  He knew there
wasn't a lot of time before Rog and the boarmen would attack the lair.
Without help from the satyr warriors, they would eventually be defeated.

	Aurin came out of his tent when he heard the shouting and whooping
noise the satyrs were making as they saw Marko approaching the camp.  Aurin
ran with some satyrs to meet Marko.  Marko collapsed in Aurin's arms,
exhausted.  He forced himself to explain to Aurin what was happening.
Aurin told one of the satyr's to sound the call to warriors.

	A loud signal would blast throughout the land of satyr's from camp
to camp, and the warriors among the satyr's would quickly go to the camp of
Aurin, their lord.  The satyr warriors were always the largest and
strongest of the satyr's.  They somehow were born as every 5th new satyr.
Narbo was one of those born to be warrior, tall, muscled and fierce.  All
of them went through the same frenzies Narbo did, needing to be almost held
captive until they completed their most powerful deep sleep.

	Aurin lifted Marko in his arms and carried him to his tent.  Aurin
heard the call to arms sounding, repeating as an echo from camp to camp.
He knew there would be at least 20 warriors assembled in his camp within
hours.  If he needed more, over 100 would assemble in a few days.  He would
leave with the 20, leaving instruction that groups of 20 should follow as
they assembled. If they were not with Aurin at Torks lair when all were
assembled, they were to track Aurin and attack the boarmen, as he would be
a captive or severely damaged.

	Aurin had water and healing plants and salves brought into his
tent.  He ministered to Marko, rubbing his legs with the salves and feeding
him pain and healing plants and water.  He had to force Marko to calm down,
as Marko kept trying to jump up and run back to Tork's lair.

	"Stay my son.  Do not worry, we will go to help Tork as soon as 20
warriors are here.  Until they are here, we cannot just run off.  You are
in no condition to travel back as you came now" Aurin said, rubbing his
hand over Marko's head, soothing him.

	Marko took several deep breaths and relaxed.  He laid down and
Aurin wiped his head and body with water and rubbed it with salves.  Marko
began to tell Aurin all that had happened since Marko arrived at the lair.
He told Aurin of the boarmen, Bog, Rog, Cytis, and the miracles of God's
Fire.  He told Aurin excitedly about how Kag was transformed and the agony
Tork was in as Kag lost his human life.  Aurin was smiling listening to
Marko describe the obvious love there was between Tork and Kag.  He was
proud of Tork, as it was not easy for minotaur to feel such deep emotions
as love and sympathy for another.  Not to the degree Tork has shown.  Aurin
asked Marko some questions and Marko gave detailed answers to all of the
questions.

	Cytis followed the tracks he found and carefully kept his distance
from the boarmen and Rog, always making certain he was never downwind from
them so they could not pick up on his scent.  Cytis laughed to himself
seeing the boarmen trying to look fierce with weapons of humans.  They all
looked awkward and obviously were not comfortable with the weapons.  He had
to admit that the ones that carried large hammer like things were
impressive.  He imagined one could do a lot of damage with those hammers.
He would take one if he had the opportunity.  From one of the boarmen or
the Cyclops who seemed to be leading them.

	Kag helped Sage practice the proper use of his new weapon, the axe.
Kag would show Sage how to make moves and then use a long thick branch to
attack Sage so he could know what it was like to use the moves and weapon
in close combat.  It took a number of tries, but Sage finally got
comfortable with the axe.  He fought a number of trees during his practice.
Kag laughed and told him he just had to get his enemies to stand and be
trees, and he would win easily.

	Kag went to find Tork, to make certain all was well, and find out
what Tork's plans were for defense of the lair.  Kag followed Torks tracks
and quietly searched the woods around the lair for Tork.  He did manage to
sneak up on Tork unseen.  Kag waited until Tork was turned away from him
and then jumped out screaming loudly, hitting the ground with a large
stick.  Tork jumped and swung around, head down, nose flaring, ready to
charge whoever was attacking him.  Kag fell to the ground laughing when he
saw the look on Tork's face and his muscles all bulged out and flexing.
Tork charged Kag and jumped on top of him, pretending to punch at him with
his fingers.  Tork grabbed Kag and rolled him around on the ground with his
arms tight around Kag's chest.  Kag was still laughing.  Tork moved his
snout into a perfect position and let his tongue invade Kag's mouth.  Kag
stopped laughing and was moaning in pleasure, as he always did when Torks
tongue did it's magic inside his mouth and throat.  Kag tried to move to
hold Tork tight to him, but couldn't move his arms.  They were locked under
Tork's arms. The more he struggled, the wilder Tork got with his tongue.
Kag moaned and moaned and finally his entire body relaxed and he let Tork
take him to a pleasure high.  Tork moved his mouth from Kag's.

	"SO KAG LIKE PUNISHMENT FOR MAKING TORK ATTACK?" Tork said, licking
Kag's neck and shoulders.

	"Kag likes the punishment.  Kag likes anything he gets from Tork"
Kag said.

	Tork smiled and turned his body over, taking Kag with him.  Kag was
laying on top of Tork's body.  Tork moved his arms so Kag's were free and
he hand one across Kag's back and one on his ass.  He squeezed tight as he
began flexing and bulging his muscles, sliding Kag up and down his body
slowly.  Kag moaned and moaned, moved his mouth to Torks neck and licked,
kissed and bit.  They both went into a pleasure high, exchanging pleasures
with each other for a long time.  They hadn't noticed someone was watching
them.  Cytis heard the yells of Kag and headed in their direction.  He
watched as Kag made Tork spin around, ready to attack and how they
pretended to fight, ending up pleasuring each other.

	Cytis moved quietly away, he wanted Sage.  He knew if Tork and Kag
were alone in the woods, then Sage must be near the lair.  Cytis moved
through the woods following the trail Tork, Marko and Sage left when they
headed for the lair after escaping Rog.  He saw the entrance to the lair
and watched.  There was no sound coming from the lair.  He heard cracking
and smashing sounds coming from the woods.  He turned to that direction to
see what was making that sound.  He stopped as he caught sight of Sage with
a large axe weapon, attacking trees.  Cytis laughed to himself, thinking he
pitied any tree that tried to attack Sage.  He enjoyed watching Sage's
muscles flex and ripple as he strained using the axe.  He was obviously
practicing use of the weapon.  His entire body was covered in a shiny
covering of sweat, accentuating the shape and size of his muscle
development.  Sage's back muscles bulged and rippled as he swung the axe,
as did his thigh and arm muscles. Cytis couldn't help himself.  His cock
was hard and dripping ooze and it seemed his heart raced as he watched Sage
straining and moving.

	Cytis moved closer to Sage, going around so he was behind him.  He
watched carefully, fighting his urge to take Sage and share pleasures then
and there.  He knew he would have to subdue Sage before that happened, but
he knew how to do that quickly and quietly.  He didn't want to have to deal
with Tork and Kag at the same time.  He learned how resourceful they were
once before.  Cytis was good at learning lessons like that.  Cytis was
surprised he was able to move as close to Sage as he was without being
detected.  Sage was in deep concentration attacking the trees, learning the
movements and life of his axe.  Sage almost felt it was alive and needed to
bond with him.  Sage seemed to increase the force of his swings and chops
and stabs.  Then, to Cytis' good fortune, Sage swung the axe so hard, it
lodged deep into a large tree trunk, the blade embedded very deep.  Sage
jerked forward with momentum of his swing, almost impaling himself on the
handle of the axe.  It was lodged tight and the tree was not giving it
back.  Sage leaned back, pulling on the handle, trying to dislodge the axe
from the tree.  As he was leaning back and pulling hard, Cytis moved up
behind him and slammed his held together arms, his own axe, hard on the
back of Sage's neck.  Sage lost his grip of the axe and fell to the ground.
Cytis quickly moved to Sage and went behind him, lifting his back off the
ground, wrapping his hands tight across the snout and mouth of Sage,
cutting off his air.  Cytis knelt down, forcing his knee and shin tight
against the back of Sage's neck and spine.  Sage tried reaching behind him
to pull at Cytis' arms, but no matter how he tried, Cytis' grip only seemed
to tighten.  Sage was struggling violently, unable to breath.  Cytis leaned
back hard and had Sage locked in his hands and pushed very hard against his
leg.  Cytis watched as Sage's thrashing slowed.  Sage's arms flopped slowly
and his legs kicked out slower and slower.  Cytis felt Sage's body go limp,
and he was no longer struggling.  Cytis let go of Sage and wasted no time.
He walked around and pulled Sage up by his arms, bending down and flopping
Sage over his shoulder.  He latched his hand tight on Sage's ass cheek.  He
turned to the axe in the tree and gave it a stiff jerk up and down, pulling
it from the tree.  He put it over his other shoulder and walked away, into
the woods, careful to go in the opposite direction he knew Tork and Kag
were.

	When Cytis felt he was far enough away from where he took Sage, he
put the axe on the ground, slid Sage off of his shoulder and straddled
Sage's body.  He reached into the pouch he had the drug pods in.  He
removed one, moved Sage's head and neck, so his mouth was open.  Cytis put
a pod between his palms and squeezed and rolled his palms hard.  Juice from
the pod dripped hard into Sage's mouth.  Cytis squeezed and rolled the pod
hard until it was totally disintegrated and just shards of broken pod
fiber.  He moved Sage's head back so his mouth closed and rubbed his throat
hard, making Sage swallow.  Sage would now be in a deep sleep from the pod
juice, making it easier to move him out of Torks lands, or at least to a
place he could make Sage his, again.

	Cytis looked at his hands and decided to rub the pulp and fiber and
juice on his hands over the blades and tip of the axe.  If he did knick
someone with it, they would feel weak from a strong dose of the drug.
Cytis lifted Sage back on his shoulder and picked up the axe, putting it
over his other shoulder.  He smiled as he walked on, hand kneading Sage's
ass cheek, finger rubbing on Sage's rosebud.

	Rog decided to swing far out, away from the rag tag boarmen army he
brought with him.  He started to think they were more of a danger to
themselves with the weapons then to anyone else.  He had his hammer and
knew that was enough for him to take anyone down.  He moved quickly and
without resting.

	Tork and Kag returned to the lair, expecting to see Sage inside,
resting after his battle with the trees.  Kag told Tork about how ferocious
Sage was in his tree battle, him and his axe.  Tork laughed.  Kag told him
about what he told Sage, to ask his enemies to pretend they were trees.
Tork punched Kag's arm, laughing.  He thought Kag was being to hard on
Sage.  Kag got serious and asked Tork if he really thought he was.

	"NO KAG.  I DO NOT.  SAGE IS INEXPERIENCED AND ALL WE HAVE SHOWN
HIM IS NEW TO HIM.  HE NEVER USED A WEAPON AS FAR AS I CAN TELL, SO HE WILL
GO TO THE EXTREME LEARNING TO USE IT" Tork said.  "JUST KNOW THAT ALL OF
THIS IS SO NEW TO SAGE, AS IF HE WERE A VERY YOUNG CHILD".

	"I understand now Tork.  It is hard for me to remember that even
though Sage is so large, strong and muscled, he has so much to learn and
experience yet." Kag said hugging Tork.  "He must still be in his battle.
I will go see if he has left any trees undefeated near the river".

	Tork laughed and drank some wine and ate fruit.  He told Kag he
would wait for them in the pool.  Kag left the lair, heading for the river.
He listened, but did not hear any sound of tree's being attacked.  He
thought that was strange.  Maybe Sage was fishing instead or swimming in
the river to cool off his body.  Kag reached the area he left Sage in
battle with the trees.  He looked around and then thought Sage was at the
river.  He shook his head seeing the poor damaged trees all around that
Sage attacked.  When Kag got to the river, he looked around, and even swam
to the other side of the river to see if Sage went to battle the trees
there.  There was no sign Sage ever went there, so Kag swam back.  He
checked the fish and there were no more drying then when he and Sage
finished.  He went back to the tree battle ground and looked around
carefully this time.  He saw a deep split into a large tree trunk.  He
looked at the ground and saw Sage's hoof marks.  Then he spotted other
tracks in the ground.  He moved to stand in the direction it seemed the
foot was pushed in deep and scanned the ground.  He saw ground gouged and
pushed hard by Sage's hoof, as if he was struggling with something , trying
to get up from the ground.  The hoof gouges were deep and wide, telling Kag
that Sage was really struggling hard.  He ran to the lair to bring Tork.
When he saw Tork was not in the lair, he remembered Tork said he would wait
at the pool.  Kag ran to the pool and yelled for Tork.  Tork heard Kag and
just about jumped from the pool, running full force towards Kag.  He
grabbed Kag and asked what was wrong.  Kag told him about how he looked for
Sage and found nothing.  He wanted Tork to look at tracks and marks he
found in the ground.  He thought Sage was in a struggle with someone.  Kag
and Tork ran to the spot that Kag had carefully viewed.  He had Tork stand
where the deep foot print was and look at the marks of Sage's hoofs in the
ground.  Tork bellowed in rage.  He told Kag he was right.  Sage struggled
with his attacker.  He bent down to the ground and sniffed.  He slowly
moved around and tried to track back where the attacker came from.  He
sniffed and looked carefully at the ground.  He found the spot that Cytis
was hiding, watching Sage.  He saw some wet leaves on the ground and lifted
them in his fingers.  He sniffed and just looked at Kag and said "CYTIS".
He held out the leaf to let Kag sniff it.  Kag's eyes got very large when
he sniffed.

	"IT IS OOZE FROM CYTIS" Tork said, hanging his head.  He felt sad
and angry with Cytis and with himself.  He was only thinking of Rog and the
boarmen, not Cytis.  He knew Cytis was more dangerous, not only because of
his strength and size, but because he was very intelligent and resourceful.
He was no Rog or Baclor.  Tork stood and tried to track the prints.  Cytis
was very smart, not leaving many tracks for anyone to follow.  It would be
very slow going to try and follow them.  It was getting close to night and
it would be impossible to know which way to go.  Tork stood, hanging his
head, clenching his fists.  Kag moved to Tork and wrapped his arms around
his waist, leaning his head on Torks lower chest.  Kag knew Tork felt it
was his fault and he failed Sage again.

	"It is not your fault Tork.  Sage was taken by surprise. Cytis
wanted him for his own and you could not have stopped him.  We did not
think of Cytis being our problem just yet.  Neither you, Sage or myself"
Kag said squeezing Tork.

	"I FAILED SAGE AGAIN.  I LET ROG HAVE HIM AND NOW CYTIS HAS TAKEN
HIM AGAIN" Tork said, quietly, trying to hide the rage and anger he felt
boiling in him.

	"Come, let us go back to the lair and rest Tork.  There is nothing
we can do for Sage now.  Rog and the boarmen will be here soon.  I know
that, and so do you.  Hopefully Marko made it to Aurin and they are coming
to help" Kag said softly, pulling Tork with him as he headed back to the
lair.

	Tork went slowly, only because Kag was dragging him.  When they got
back to the lair, Kag kept pulling Tork till he was by the bed.  Kag let go
of Torks waist and pushed him down on the bed.  He laid next to Tork and
gently stroke his face, wrapping his one arm under Torks neck and holding
him tight to his body.  Tork looked into Kag's eyes and licked at Kag's
face.  Kag could see the sadness and anger in Torks eyes.  Kag laid himself
on top of Tork, holding his arms tight around Torks neck, nuzzling his face
against Torks.  Tork wrapped his arms around Kag and held tight.  He rolled
over so he was laying mostly on top of Kag, as they did when they were
alone in the lair before.  Kag snuggled up against Torks body and held onto
Torks cock.  Tork let out a deep sigh and tried to sleep.  It did feel good
and comforting to him that Kag was snuggled in tight to him and they were
in their lair and bed again.

	Cytis found a somewhat hidden area surrounded by high boulders.  He
thought that would be a good place to spend the night.  Besides, his cock
had been hard and leaking ooze since he saw Sage in battle with the trees.
He stilled smiled when he thought of that.  He removed the fur he had used
as a loin cloth and it was all wet with ooze.  He stood over Sage's body,
spread out on the ground, arms and legs spread out wide.  He straddled
Sage's body, letting the ooze running from his cock drip down to Sage's
mouth and snout.  Sage's body involuntarily licked at the liquid covering
his lips, nose and snout.  Just as before, Sage's body reacted, instructing
his tongue to find more of that ooze.  Cytis smiled, watching Sage's tongue
lap all over his snout, looking for more of the ooze.  He grabbed his cock
at the base and squeezed as he stroke it up to the tip, large globs of ooze
falling onto Sage's snout.  Sage moaned and his breathing got heavier, his
abs rolling as waves, his pecs flexing and his body glistening with sweat.
Cytis knelt down, his knees pushed into Sage's arm pits.  He held his cock
above Sage's snout.  Sage's tongue quickly zeroed in on the source of the
ooze and lapped it all off Cytis' cock.  Sage's tongue wrapped itself all
around Cytis' cock from top to bottom, holding tight as it moved up and
down his cock.  Cytis moaned and his cock rewarded Sage with globs of ooze.
His tongue took all of it into his mouth and attacked the cock again.

	When another glob of ooze covered Sage's tongue, before his tongue
could wrap around the cock again, Cytis leaned forward onto his
outstretched arms and his cock slid deep into Sage's throat.  Sage's mouth
clamped down on it and sucked and licked wildly.  Cytis moaned and slowly
moved his ass up and down, pleasuring himself on Sage's mouth and throat.
Sage was taking in a large dose of Cytis' ooze.  He would want more and
more as time went on.  His body had not forgot what it was given before
from Cytis.  It wanted more now and was getting it.  Cytis tried to keep
things slow and easy, but his cock and balls would have no part of that.
He started moving faster and harder in and out of Sage's throat.  He moaned
loudly and then clenched his body down tight on Sage's face, his cock going
in even deeper, his abs a hard rock holding Sage's head still.  He was
shooting load after load of nectar deep into Sage's throat.  He could feel
Sage's throat closing hard on his cock as he swallowed the large loads of
nectar.  Cytis didn't move, allowing Sage's throat to suck him dry of
nectar.

	Cytis pulled his cock out and moved himself down Sage's body.  He
licked and kissed his way all the way down Sage from his horns to his
hoofs.  He loved the taste of Sage's sweat.  Sage's cock was hard and
leaking ooze before Cytis was at his pubes.  Cytis continued his licking
and kissing until he covered every part of the top of Sage's body.  He
licked long and slow at Sage's balls and cock.  He gently sucked in the
ooze coming out of Sage's piss slit.  Sage was moaning and moving his hips
up and down.  Cytis wanted to give Sage as much pleasure as he could take,
even though Sage was in a deep drug sleep.  His body would react and
remember.

	Cytis moved his finger around Sage's cock, getting it covered in
ooze.  He pushed Sage's legs farther apart and slid his finger into Sage's
ass slowly, sliding it in easily as it was slick with ooze.  He moved it
around slowly and gently, looking for Sage's pleasure spot.  He knew he
found it when Sage's hips shot up, his cock started flapping against his
abs and ooze was flowing heavily.  Cytis opened his mouth wide and moved it
slowly over and down Sage's cock.  He moved his head side to side as he
moved it up and down, his tusks rubbing up and down Sage's cock.  He sucked
hard only when he reached the tip, taking any ooze collected there and
spreading around his skin hood.  Cytis used his tongue to move around the
inside of Sage's skin hood, circling the giant mushroom head inside.  Sage
was really moaning and his abs were rolling as if there was a storm in the
sea, and his abs were the waves.  Sage let out a loud groan and gasped as
he tightened his entire body, muscles flexing and bulging, shooting massive
loads of nectar into Cytis' mouth.  Cytis clamped his mouth tight around
Sage's cock and sucked hard, moving his head up and down.  He kept that up
till he could feel no nectar coming out of Sage's cock.  He pulled his
finger from Sage's ass and licked it, savoring the juices of Sage.  Cytis
sat on the ground, his legs on the side of Sage's arms, his head on Cytis
lap.  Cytis reached down and put his arms under Sage's arm pits, latching
on to his wrists and pulled Sage up his body, until Sage's ass was on his
lap. Cytis was leaning back as he pulled Sage up.  He was laying on the
ground, Sage pulled on top of his body, his ass crack over Cytis' cock.
Cytis moved his hands up and down Sage's body, caressing him and nibbling
on his neck and shoulders.  He kept moving Sage's body until the tip of his
cock caught the entrance to Sage's ass and slid in.  Cytis gasped, holding
the tip of his cock just inside Sage's ass.  Sage's ass muscles were
squeezing and pulsing around his cock head.  The sensation was an immense
pleasure to Cytis.  Cytis moved his ankles closer to his ass, lifting his
legs some.  Sage's legs fell on either side of Cytis' legs.  Cytis held one
hand on Sage's pubes and one on his chest.  He slid Sage up and down his
body slowly, his cock going in and out of Sage's ass.  He slid Sage farther
and farther until his cock was unable to go in any further, Sage's ass
brushing against Cytis' pubes.  Cytis held Sage on his pubes as he moved
his hips side to side and around, moving his cock inside Sage, stroking his
entire inside.  Sage gasped and moaned, trying to move his hips hard up and
down, but he couldn't because Cytis held his hand hard on his pubes.  The
contractions of Sage's muscles trying to move his hips up and down made
Cytis moan in pleasure, his cock releasing a large flow of ooze inside
Sage.

	Cytis kept the pace slow and used long slow slides of Sage's body
up and down his, always moving his hips around and side to side as Sage's
ass touched his pubes.  Sage was panting and breathing very hard.  Cytis
smiled as he felt Sage's body tense, flex and he felt nectar shooting past
his hand on Sage's pubes, hitting his hand on Sage's chest.  Cytis held
Sage tight when he slid back down to Cytis' pubes, taking his hand from
Sage's chest and rubbing his nectar into Sage's body.  He put his hand back
on Sage's chest and continued the slow moving of Sage's body.  Cytis did
that for what seemed like hours, and was hours.  He felt a shudder and
wrapped his arms tight around Sage, ramming his hips up and sitting up as
he shot load after load of nectar into Sage.  He bit and licked Sage's neck
and shoulders as he shot and shot nectar.  Cytis was panting and felt
totally drained and pleasured.  He had never had pleasures that long before
releasing nectar, only with Sage.  He wanted Sage to be awake the next time
they repeated this night.  Cytis planned on that happening often.  Keeping
his arms wrapped tight around Sage, he rolled to his side, snuggled his
head into Sage's neck and shoulder and slept, his cock still deep inside
Sage.

	Rog kept moving throughout the night.  He planned on coming to Tork
and Kag from the opposite direction the boarmen would be coming.  The
surprise and confusion would make taking Kag easy, he thought.  At sunrise,
he ate some dried meat he had and looked for water.  He wished he had beer
or better yet wine, but he was in battle now, that would have to wait.  He
was sure there was plenty of wine in Torks lair that he could take at his
leisure as he pleasured himself on Tork and Sage and Kag.  His cock got
hard and began to leak ooze as he thought of his pleasures with them.  He
wasn't being very quiet about his traveling through the woods as he knew no
one would be around that he cared about.  Nothing would be there that he
couldn't handle and nothing would be there to spoil his surprise on Tork .

	Cytis was awake and examining the axe of Sage.  He found some water
in a stream very near and took Sage over his shoulder, he would wash him
and let the water cool his body.  He walked to the stream and laid Sage in
it.  He took off his fur loin cloth and sat in the stream, laying down and
covering his body with water, rubbing his skin with moss from the stream.
He moved Sage across his lap and washed Sage with the water and moss.  He
lingered on each part of Sage's body.  He knew he had to have Sage as his
and only his.  Sage is what he wanted and no one else.

	Cytis stopped and sniffed the air.  He heard something coming
towards them.  He stood up and moved Sage to the shore, up against a tree.
He put on his loin cloth fur and picked up the axe.  He stooped down so he
would not be seen easily and moved slowly towards the sound.  He saw Rog,
with one of those hammer weapons over his shoulder, walking quickly,
stopping now and again to scoop up water.  He was chewing something,
probably dried meat Cytis thought.  He saw Rog stop and his eye get large.
Rog was staring at Sage, sleeping against a tree by the stream.  How could
this be?  Rog looked around and didn't see or hear anyone.  Sage must have
tried to leave Tork, Kag and Marko.  Just what one would expect from a
minotaur.  They were not known to be social, tribal creatures.  Rog put a
large smile on his face and moved towards Sage.  He was so involved in
getting to Sage before he awoke, that he didn't even notice Cytis, stooped
low, surrounded by bushes.  As Rog passed Cytis, Cytis stood, swung the axe
and smashed it flat against the back of Rog's head.  Rog flew down to the
ground and hit his face hard on the rocks around the stream bank.  His
hammer fell behind him.  Cytis let his axe go and grabbed the hammer.  As
Rog tried to get up quickly, he was forced back down hard by the slam of
the hammer on his back, then on his shoulder.  He hit the ground hard,
letting out a loud oomph sound.  He rolled onto his back quickly, ignoring
the pain to see who was attacking him.  His eye grew larger as he saw the
massive muscled giant ogre standing above him, his own hammer coming down
on him.  The hammer slammed into Rog's shoulder again.  Rog felt pain there
now.  He could not ignore it this time.  Cytis threw the hammer and reached
down, grabbed Rog's arm and slammed his other arm hard a number of times
into his bicep and elbow.  Rog yelled in pain, as it was the same arm
damaged by the hammer.  Cytis grabbed Rog by the throat and his balls and
lifted him high in the air, slamming him down hard on the rocks.  Rog
screamed and bellowed in pain and rage.  Cytis moved to pick Rog up again
and Rog struck out with his foot, hitting Cytis hard in the face.  Cytis
moved back, and shook his head.  Rog was up now and shaking his arm around.
He growled and screamed out sounds of animal rage as he charged at Cytis.
He hit into Cytis and Cytis didn't move much at all.  Cytis swung his arm
around fast and hard, slamming it onto Rog's shoulder.  Rog bent his
damaged shoulder down, almost kneeling on that side.  Cytis was going to
slam into his shoulder again and Rog slammed his head hard into Cytis'
ribs.  Cytis moved back and rubbed his hand across his rib.  Rog moved fast
to Cytis, Cytis swung and Rog moved aside and hit Cytis hard several times
in his abs with his knee.  Cytis bent down, the air knocked from his lungs.
Rog grabbed Cytis' head with his hands and while pushing down hard, lifted
his knee into Cytis' face.  He hit him a few times before Cytis pushed
himself away, rubbing his face.  Rog circled Cytis and kicked out hard at
the back of his knee, sending Cytis down to one knee.  Rog moved in fast
behind him and pulled Cytis head back, slamming his arm across the throat
of Cytis.  Cytis gasped and coughed.  Rog pulled his head back again and
slammed his arm again across Cytis throat.  Cytis stayed kneeling, holding
his throat, rubbing it, gasping for air.  Rog went in front of Cytis and
again smashed his knee into Cytis face as he pushed his head down hard.
Cytis fell backwards, holding his head.

	Rog knew he had to do something quick to damage a large muscle of
Cytis, otherwise he was in trouble.  Rog grabbed Cytis' leg and crashed his
entire body weight on it with his knee.  Cytis screamed in pain grabbing
for his leg.  Rog pulled the leg out again and did it again.  Cytis was
groaning and yelling in pain, holding his thigh.  Rog knelt down, his knee
across the calf of Cytis, holding his leg down and flat.  Rog started
slamming his fist hard into the thigh muscle.  He clenched both his hands
into a hammer and kept slamming them hard all over the inside of Cytis'
thigh.  Cytis was trying to block the hits, but didn't manage to block them
all.  Rog stood up and held his leg as he twisted it hard several times,
kicking hard into the thigh.  Cytis squirmed in pain on the ground, trying
to move away from Rog.  Rog let go of the leg and was going to move to
Cytis' other leg, but Cytis kicked hard into Rog's damaged shoulder and Rog
screamed and fell backwards.  Cytis tried to stand but his leg gave out.
He forced himself to limp towards Rog.  He held his fists together and
hammered hard over and over into Rog's shoulder.  When Rog fell down flat
on the ground holding his shoulder, Cytis kicked hard at it.  Cytis pulled
Rog's damaged arm back and slammed his fist hard into the bicep and
shoulder.  He moved the arm under his armpit and locked his forearm under
the elbow, pulling up hard with his arm and his other hand.  Rog screamed
and tried to shake himself free.  Cytis' biceps and shoulders bulged and
rippled as he jerked and put massive pressure on the arm.  He slammed it
hard again and let Rog fall screaming to the ground.  Cytis pulled the arm
up and was going to do more damage, but Rog slammed his other fist hard
into the thigh again and again, until Cytis let the arm go.  Cytis grabbed
his leg and moved back.  Rog grabbed his shoulder and arm and moved back.

	Rog moved towards Cytis when Cytis looked down at his thigh, Cytis
looked up at Rog and Rog slammed his fist hard into Cytis' throat.  Cytis
went down on one knee, clutching his throat.  Rog slammed his fist hard
into Cytis' face several times.  Then he scratched his fingers across
Cytis' eyes.  Cytis screamed and held his hands over his eyes, gasping for
air.  Rog pushed Cytis down and stomped hard several times on Cytis' thigh.
Cytis tried lashing out at Rog, but missed.  He could hardly see, his eyes
were filled with tears and some blood.  Cytis started to crawl towards the
stream, he needed to wash his eyes with the cool water.  He almost made it
before Rog kicked down hard again on his thigh.  Cytis screamed and held
his thigh.  Rog pushed him over on his back and wrapped Cytis' other leg
under his and pushed his damaged leg far out, stretching it.  Rog could see
the cramped muscles of Cytis' thigh.  He lowered his head and opened his
mouth wide, slamming his tusks hard into the cramped muscle of the thigh.
Cytis bellowed in pain as Rog clamped his mouth down hard and shook his
head, his tusks ripping into Cytis' thigh.  Cytis' instinct took over and
he quickly leaned forward, using his arms as a hammer on the back, head and
shoulder of Rog.  Rog shook his head hard and fast, ripping more into the
thigh.  Cytis felt a rock under his hand as he slammed the ground in pain.
He grabbed it and slammed it hard on Rog's head again and again until Rog
released his tusks from his thigh.  Cytis pulled himself to the stream and
put his whole face into the water, rubbing his face with water, clearing
his eyes.  He shook his head and looked at the damage to his thigh.  It was
ripped open, had a deep gash from Rog's tusks and he was bleeding heavily.
Cytis was now moving into a survival rage.  He charged at Rog and opening
his mouth, drove his tusks deep into the shoulder of Rog, clamping his jaw
tight and pulling Rog up, his hand under Rog's chin, pulling his head tight
and hard away from his damaged shoulder, doing even more damage to it.  He
grabbed the damaged arm and jerked it back hard behind Rog's back and
pushed it hard, shaking his head and pulling back, letting his tusks rip
and pull at the shoulder muscle.  He released his jaw and drove the tusks
in deep into the triceps, punching through from one side to the other.  His
tusks scraped the bone as they ripped through.  Rog screamed and bellowed
in pain.  The more he fought, the more ripping and pain he felt.  Cytis'
leg gave out and he fell, still dug into Rog and holding him tight.  Cytis
made his bicep bulge and tighten as he pulled Rog's chin away from the
shoulder, jerking his tusks back and forth.  Rog knew he was finished.  If
he pulled his arm free, his triceps would be torn from his bone and no drug
liquid would fix that.  It would mean he would have a useless arm until his
deep sleep was finished, and he had a long time to go yet.  Cytis moved his
massive arm across the side of Rog's face and pushed it down hard.  His arm
slipped around Rog's throat and he squeezed and flexed his arm, cutting off
Rog's air supply totally.  He shook his whole body, adding pressure and
pain to Rog's body.  He kept jerking his head back, ripping more and more
of Rog's triceps.  Rog was gasping, slowly fighting less and less.
Finally, Cytis felt Rog's body go limp and lay still.  Cytis let go of his
neck and lifted Rog's arm and let it drop.  The arm fell to the ground like
a piece of meat.  Cytis opened his mouth and slid his tusks out of Rog's
arm.  He pushed Rog off of him and dragged himself to the stream.  He moved
his leg so the water was flowing over his ripped muscle.  He looked around
and saw some vines near.  He forced himself to stand and he dragged his
leg, walking slowly to the vines.  He ripped some off the plant and began
to wrap it tight around his thigh.  His thighs were so large he needed long
strands of vine.  It took him awhile, but he managed to wrap his entire
thigh with the vine.  It seemed to help him walk better, but he was still
in great pain and bleeding.  He looked down and saw the hammer weapon Rog
had.  He picked it up and found it helped him stay up, he was using it as a
crutch.  He walked to where Sage was and sat down next to him.  He looked
over and saw Rog was still not moving.  Cytis remembered something about a
healing plant, the salve was made from it that healed wounds.  He tried to
remember the smell of it.  He made himself stand and then started walking
around the area, looking for anything he could use to relieve the pain and
heal his wound.  He saw a number of plants near the stream and slowly went
to each one, smelling the leaves as he crushed them in his fingers and the
flowers.  If he couldn't find what he needed, he already thought he'd drag
Sage and find a place to hide, taking the pod drug juice to heal.  He'd
have to give Sage more and tie him tight, so he would not escape or call
out, but that was easy, dragging Sage for some unknown distance would be
the hard part.  Then he remembered they spent the night in a sheltered safe
place.  He would drag Sage there and heal there if he had to.

	He found a plant that smelled like the healing salve.  He couldn't
remember what else was in it, but no matter, it was this plant for certain.
He pulled the plant out of the ground, root and all.  He went back and sat
near Sage.  He had to think how he would make a paste of this plant.  He
knew the roots always had the strongest drug in them.  He needed something
strong.  He looked around and looked at the axe and hammer.  He crawled up
again and got the axe.  He had the axe and hammer next to him.  He kept
looking at them and then he knew what he would do.  He picked up a smooth
rock and put it on his lap.  He took the axe and used the blade to shave
the root of the plant very thin.  He let the shavings fall on the hammer
edge. He rubbed the rest of the plant in pieces by pushing hard and
twisting it between his hand and the rock, over the edge of the hammer.  It
turned into a pulp and liquid.  He picked up another stone and put the
shavings between the 2 stones and using the force of his massive arms,
pushed and twisted the stones with the shavings in between the rocks.
Liquid flowed onto the hammer with the pulp.  When he moved the 2 stones
apart, the shavings were a fine gooey paste.  He could tell from the smell
it was very strong, more potent then the usual salve.  He used his spit to
add more liquid to the mixture.  He undid the vines around his thigh and
gasped, clenching his teeth as the pain returned as soon as he undid the
vines.  He put the paste and liquid from the hammer into his hand and
rubbed it into the ripped muscles and skin.  He felt a tingling and then it
started to burn.  He yelled out in pain as the burning seemed to go deeper
and deeper, spreading throughout his thigh.  He jerked his back hard a
number of times, trying to get a hold of the pain.  The burning seemed to
increase.  He wasn't sure what it was or what was happening.  Maybe the
paste was to intense.  He looked down at his thigh and saw the bleeding had
stopped completely.  He wrapped the vines around his thigh again and
decided to take a little of the drug pod juice.  He took one out and
crushed it in his hands, over his mouth.  He counted 3 or 4 drops and
stopped.  He could feel the tingle and strange feeling spread from his
tongue to the rest of his body.  His head felt strange as if his skin was
bubbling and tingling around his head.  The pain and burning did seem to
ease a lot.  He put his hands up again and let 3 more drops fall into his
mouth.  His head felt light and he almost felt dizzy.  He stood and he felt
he could handle weight on his leg.  The vines kept his leg stiff as he
wrapped them over his thigh and down past his knee.  He moved around and
walked to the stream and back.  He could use his leg now.  The burning was
still there, but the drug pod took the bite off of it.  Now for another
test.  He pushed Sage's head back and let a number of drops of the drug pod
fall into his mouth.  He didn't need Sage awake just yet.  This would make
things much easier.  He tied the axe leather around Sage's arm and stood
the hammer on it's top, so the handle stood straight up.  He pulled Sage
up, standing, but leaning against the tree.  He bent down and let Sage flop
across his shoulder.  Cyst stood up and took the tip of the hammer handle.
He turned slowly and walked carefully.  He didn't seem to be bothered by
the weight of Sage.  He had him over the opposite shoulder of his damaged
thigh.  He moved over rocks, so as not to leave a track for Rog to follow.
Just to be safe, as he passed Rog, he swung the hammer and let it smash
into Rog's head a few times.  It was hard going, but he stuck to walking on
rocks as far as he could.  Then he looked for hard ground that he would not
leave a track in.  He found it and used that to walk to the hidden spot he
used all night.  He got inside the sheltered open cave and let Sage slide
down off his shoulder to the ground.  He put the axe up on top of a large
boulder and the hammer on another.  He knew it was up to high for Sage to
reach, and there was nothing to get a footing on to reach up to it.  He
moved Sage to an area that was like a long, small cave, sheltered by the
overhanging rock.  He would lay down next to Sage, making it hard for Sage
to move out of the small cave.  He saw some vines on the rock and pulled
them down.  He used them to tie up Sage's legs and arms.  He took off his
fur loin skin and put it on Sage's mouth, tying it on with vine.  He tied
the long ends of the vine to his arm and good leg.  If Sage managed to
squirm out, he would be dragging Cytis with him.  Cytis took the drug pod
he squeezed drops from and squeezed more into his mouth.  It was a good
thing he did that as he was laying down, because his head slammed to the
ground and he was in a deep sleep.

	The 20 warriors assembled and Aurin, Marko and the warriors moved
quickly towards Torks lair.  The warriors were all very muscled and very
tall.  It was as if they were all twins of Narbo.  Their bodies were all
very muscled and their legs very long, massive thighs and calves.  Their
hoofs were larger and they had very wide shoulders, back and thick ass
cheeks.  They were covered in bulging muscles, making them look very fierce
for satyr's. Their weapons were a mix of spears, bows, thick clubs, and
stone tipped hammers.  Their hair was long in the back of their head,
braided tight, the hair on top of their foreheads very short.  They
traveled hard and quick, even moving through the night, not resting at all.

	Rog stirred.  He coughed and gasped, sucking in air to gain some
strength back.  He had never had a fight as this.  He didn't know how to
react to loosing either, that was a very new experience for him.  He moved
himself into the stream and laid down, letting the moving water wash his
arm.  He knew he was gored deep and his arm would be useless for awhile
until he could heal.  He couldn't let the boarmen see he was damaged and
weak, they would take full advantage of it and fight him.  He looked around
and saw pulled down vines near the stream.  He knew Cytis had used vines to
bind his wounds.  Slowly standing up and walking to the pile of vines, he
pulled some larger ones and wrapped it around his arm, covering it from his
shoulder to his bicep.  Keeping it bound and tight, made it easier to move
and less painful.  He tied more vines around his other arm, making it look
as if he was wearing fierce looking battle coverings.  Rog looked around
for his hammer and not finding it, knew Cytis had taken it.  Turning back
in the direction he came, he headed back for the temporary camp the boarmen
would have set up.

	Seb and the others were sweaty and tired from moving so far in such
a short time.  Seb told some to hunt and others to prepare a spit.  Seb sat
with his back against a tree, sharing a jug of beer with Arg.  They were
talking about this waste of time, trying to take pleasure slaves back for
Rog, knowing he would not give any of them to the boarmen.  Seb wanted
Marko and Arg wanted Raymar or Bog.  Arg stopped mid drink, staring into
the woods.  Seb looked up to see what Arg was looking at so intensely, and
saw Rog trudging towards them, his arms covered in thick vines.  It seemed
like a strange thing for Rog to do.  Arg was puzzled by the vines around
Rog's biceps.  He knew they were one of the weapons of intimidation he used
when fighting, letting his opponent know at all times that he was powerful
and strong.

	Rog went to Seb and asked if any of them saw anything yet.  Seb and
Arg both shook their heads and continued drinking.  Rog made a show of
anger and hid his pain well.  He went to the supplies the boarmen brought
with and grabbed the healing salve.  He said he was going to find a stream
to wash in.  Seb and Arg looked at each other and shook their heads.  Rog
walked out of the camp and headed towards a stream.  He looked for a hidden
spot, one that he could see anyone approach, and not be seen from the
woods.  He sat in the water at a very deep drop off, took off the vines
from his damaged arm and let the water wash it off.  The pain was very bad
as soon as he loosened the vines.  He stood up and walked to a shallow
area, put the salve container on a rock, scooped a large amount of it out
and dabbed it on his wound.  Once the tingling and slight burning sensation
started, he rubbed it into his wound.  He clenched his mouth tight and
muffled a loud scream of pain.  He replaced the vine he removed and scooped
up water with his hands, washing his face and body.  He sat near the edge
of the water and rested his damaged arm on the shore, putting his head
down, he closed his eyes and could feel the healing begin.  Rog slept and
healed.

	Aurin knew they would reach Tork's lair by morning.  He pushed the
warriors and himself to move as fast as they could.

	Tork and Kag pleasured each other.  Kag did most of the initiating
and pleasured Tork as Tork was still angry at himself for failing Sage.
Tork told Kag he was certain the boarmen and Rog would attack the next day,
he knew they were very close.  Kag assured Tork it would be alright, even
without Sage to help.  With luck, Marko and Aurin would arrive and
everything would be fine.  They could ask Aurin's help to take Sage back
from Cytis.

	The sunrise woke Rog from his sleep.  He moved his arm and felt it
with his other hand.  No pain.  He undid the vine and examined his arm.
There was a mark, like healed torn skin on his tricep, but inside his
arm. He felt he had regained his strength and power.  He would have Kag to
make him heal even more.  Rog headed for the boarmen.  He woke Seb and Arg
with a kick to their hoofs.  They had obviously pleasured each other, Arg
sleeping in the armpit of Seb.

	"We leave NOW" Rog screamed at Seb.

	Seb and Arg got up and moved around the camp, waking the boarmen,
telling them they were leaving.  Rog told Seb to have them stretch out in a
line and showed him which direction to go.  He told Seb they needed to be
alert, as they were very near the lair of Tork.  Seb explained this to Arg,
who made sure the other boarmen understood.  They gathered their things,
packed everything up and spread out as Rog wanted.  Rog took a hammer from
one of the boarmen and started walking towards the lair.

	Tork woke and shook Kag to wake him.  Kag said he was awake,
listening to far off noises in the forest.  Tork said it was the boarmen on
the move.  They got their weapons and left the lair.  Tork didn't want them
trapped without any way of escape.  He told Kag they had to make sure they
left themselves a way to move from the lair if the battle was turning
against them.  Kag agreed.  Tork and Kag moved a distance apart from one
another, but still able to see each other.  Both took defensive stands.
The boarmen were moving closer and closer.  Arg was ahead of the rest,
heading right for Tork.  Arg saw Tork and held up his hammer high, started
running, squealing and grunting.  Tork lifted his club and swung it around
over his head, nose flaring and he was bellowing in a deep fearsome voice.
Kag lifted his bow and shot one of the boarmen in the leg.  The boarmen
screamed and went down in pain.  Kag had no idea what potion was on the
arrow, but obviously, it hurt.  Rog headed for Kag, swinging his hammer in
front of him, but at a slow pace.  Kag shot another arrow off and hit
another boarmen in the shoulder, that one screamed and tried pulling the
arrow from his shoulder, but it was smaller then regular arrows and he
couldn't grab it with his fat fingers.  He kept moving forward, Kag could
see that the boarmen's pain was growing, but he just seemed to be put into
a state of increased rage.  Arg stopped running and stood still, as did the
other boarmen.  Tork and Kag couldn't figure out what would make them stop
the advance.  Then they both heard the loud deep screams of the satyr
warriors.  Tork turned around and saw Aurin and Marko running towards them
with 20 satyr warriors, screaming their war cry.  Arg smiled and continued
to advance towards Tork.  Tork began to move towards Arg.  The satyr
warriors were now between Tork and Kag, moving towards the boarmen.  Rog
kept moving towards Kag, ignoring the other fighters.  Kag dropped his bow
and pulled his long sword from it's hilt.  He held it with both hands and
started moving towards Rog.  Kag had moved farther and farther away from
Tork, as the satyr warriors joined the advance.  Tork was concentrating on
Arg and Kag on Rog.  Aurin and Marko were in the middle of the satyr
warriors, not watching Tork or Kag.  Aurin yelled instructions to the
warriors, each grouping into small pairs, singling out one boarmen.  It was
4 satyr warriors, including Marko and Aurin, to each of the boarmen. Tork
saw 4 of the warriors move quickly to Arg.  Arg took down 3 quickly with
his hammer, swinging the hammer hard, wide and low, knocking their legs out
from under them, all in pain. His reach and strength and the size of the
hammer made that easy work. Tork and the one remaining approached Arg from
each side.  Arg was smiling, grunting, snorting and drooling, deciding
which one he would take out next.  A satyr going after another boarmen came
to close to Arg without noticing and Arg slammed the hammer into the
satyr's back, making him fly hard to the ground.  Tork swung his club at
Arg and hit him on his side.  He screamed and swung his hammer at Tork,
just nicking Torks shoulder.  The other satyr swung his club at Arg and hit
him in his lower back.  Arg reached out quickly and jerked the club away
from the satyr, throwing it down.  The satyr was jerked towards Arg and Arg
latched his hand around the throat of the satyr, lifted him high, shook him
roughly and slammed him hard to the ground.  The satyr clutched his throat
and was choking.  Tork swung his club again and it hit the arm of Arg,
making Arg loose the hammer, it swung through the air, hitting a tree.  Arg
attacked Tork using his clenched hands as a hammer, slamming into Torks
side.  Tork lost his club and was thrown to his side, almost falling to the
ground.  Arg and Tork clenched tight onto each other, in a fierce hand to
hand fight.

	A number of the satyrs were taken down by the hammers, but the
satyr's were making the boarmen pay.  It took a lot of fighting and hitting
with clubs and hammers to bring a boarmen down, and even then, they were
holding onto a satyr, fighting for dominance.  Rog moved quickly towards
Kag and Kag swung his sword.  Rog swung his hammer, hitting Kag's hands as
they swung by holding the sword.  The sword went flying through the air.
Rog quickly swung the hammer back, hitting Kag on the side of his head.
Kag was stunned.  If he were a human, he would have been unconscious and
probably dead.  As a demigod though, it stunned him.  Rog pulled back the
hammer and jabbed hard at Kag's abs with the handle, pushing it deep and
hard.  Kag bent over, gasping, the air knocked out of his lungs.  Rog swung
the hammer again, hitting the bent over Kag on the back of his head.  Kag
went crashing down to the ground.  Kag could hardly focus, his head in
great pain.  He felt the hammer smashing down hard on his back and arm and
leg.  Rog hit his arm, back and legs several times.  Kag was rolling on the
ground screaming in pain.  Rog dropped the hammer and picked Kag up by his
throat.  He slammed his arm tight around Kag's throat, holding him tight by
his hair.  Kag couldn't breath, his arms and legs would not help him fight
off Rog's grip.  Rog had him bent backwards, putting painful pressure on
Kag's back.  Rog was already moving quickly away from the battle area,
dragging Kag, held tight with his arm around Kag's neck.  The further Rog
went, the less Kag was struggling.  Rog felt Kag's body go limp and
stopped.  He turned Kag around and flopped him over his shoulder and ran.
He headed in a different direction after he was far enough away from the
battle scene.

	Arg and Tork were fighting with hard blows and kicks.  Tork was
fighting to get out of a bear hug Arg wrapped around him after slamming
Tork hard to the ground a number of times.  Torks back was hurting, but so
was Arg's as Tork slammed him a number of times and rammed his hard head
and horns into Arg's back.  Arg shook and squeezed hard, Tork bellowing out
in pain.  Tork made a hammer out of his arms, clutching his hands together,
slamming them down hard on the back of Arg's neck.  Arg didn't seem to feel
much as he just grunted and squeezed and shook harder, making Tork bellow
louder in pain.  Tork pushed his hands under Arg's jaw and latched them
tight, pulling and then pushing Arg's head back.  It wasn't easy, but Tork
managed to get it slowly pushed back.  He pushed hard on the jaw and could
feel Arg's grip easing up.  Holding one hand on Arg's jaw, Tork slammed his
fist hard into Arg's throat.  Tork hit the ground from the sudden release
of Arg's bear hug.  Arg was moving backwards, holding his throat, gasping
for air.  Tork ran to Arg and kicked hard with his hoof into Arg's balls.
Arg gasped and reached down for his balls.  Tork slammed his fist hard
again into Arg's throat as Arg was moving his head down.  Arg crashed to
the ground, hitting his head hard and clutching his balls with both hands.
Tork pushed Arg over on his back and stomped hard with his hoof on the side
of Arg's face.  Arg moved his hands to clutch his face and Tork smashed his
hoof again into Arg's balls.  Arg was gasping and bellowing in pain.  Tork
turned and moved to help Aurin fighting Seb.  Seb looked around as he
fought Tork and Aurin and saw there was no chance his men would win this
battle.  He yelled to the boarmen to leave, return to the camp and home.
The ones on the ground slowly got up and moved towards the camp, getting
smacked by the satyr's clubs as they went.  Arg got off the ground, and
limping, bent over and clutching his balls, staggered back towards camp.
Aurin yelled orders to the satyr warriors to take care of their wounded and
let the boarmen retreat.

	Marko and Aurin ran to Tork to see if he was damaged.  He was bent
over, breathing hard, feeling the pains of his fight with Arg.  He felt
good though as he knew he had won the fight, not like his loss to Tog.
Marko and Aurin were both rubbing their muscles, hurt from their fights.
Marko turned to the woods expecting to see Kag coming back, but no one was
there.  He started to run in that direction, then Tork and Aurin ran also.
Tork was bellowing in a rage, knowing that Rog had taken Kag.  They all
stopped suddenly, seeing the bow and then the sword Kag was using on the
ground.  They looked around and saw tracks moving away from the battle
area.  Tork screamed and bellowed in a rage.

	"I know my brother.  I know your pain.  We will heal ourselves and
track down Rog.  We will return with Kag.  Fear not" Aurin said, holding
Tork.

	"I WILL GO NOW AND GET MY KAG" Tork bellowed, almost knocking Aurin
down.

	Marko and Aurin both held Tork as Aurin said "NO Tork, Rog will win
if you find him now.  You are hurting and need to heal.  Rog was not in any
fight and is at his full strength and power.  I will not let him have you
and Kag".

	Tork looked down at Aurin and snorted and hung his head down.  He
now had failed Kag as well as Sage.  They headed back to the lair as did
the other satyr's, helping the damaged warriors.  Marko and Aurin made sure
the warriors and Tork had pain plants and Marko made the drug juice.  He
explained to Aurin what it did and how careful he had to be giving them the
juice.  Aurin helped Marko and they soon had all the damaged satyr's and
Tork in a deep healing sleep.