Guardians of the Magical Herbs/Monster-Zoo/Bulwyf's Reports

Part I

Bulwyf sits on top of the hill, on his horse, and watch as the small front of men advance towards the dust cloud that is in fact a pack of Desert monsters. "I am starting to miss being up there...even liking being a buro as much as I like", he sighs...

The sigh turns suddenly to a gasp, when he sees his men advancing in full charge towards the monsters, leaving the rest behind. In desperation, he shouts:

- No, stupid assholes! I said rear..REAR! Those are big monsters, what do you think you're doing?!

In a matter of seconds, the small cavalry force engages the enemy, adding size to the dust cloud. A few moments later, the rest of the army joins the battle, and all is hazy for some minutes. Finally, the faint shouts, clangs and roars cease, and the dust settles. Bulwuf see some of the monsters on the run, while the army finishes the kill on the ones that remain wounded.

- Dont forget to save one for me...remember the z...DAMN IT! - Bulwyf curses again, as one of the soldiers impales the last surviving monster on a lance.

Impatient, he advances towards the battlefield on his horse. halfway, he connects with one of his men, with a tremendous gash on his shoulder and looking really bewildered.

- Where are others, stupid piece of scum? Why did you charged alone like a bunch of suicide fools?

- Sir...You ordered us at the front, Sir...

- I did? Forget it! I'd never do that! Rally the men, gather on top of the hill. There are still monsters alive, and I'VE SAID YOU to capture one alive. Useless bastards!

The man looks at Bulwyf in dismay, and then proceeds to gather the few survivors, many of them deeply wounded.

Later on , on the encampment, one of the men approaches Bulwyf and says:

- Sir, if we leave now, we may be able to get out of the region before the monster retur...

- LEAVE? NOW? Are you out of your mind? There is only one reason I pay you, and it is to follow my orders. I've said that I wanted one of the monsters alive...it's a Desert Basilisk, a most rare species! And you charge like fools, instead of waiting until the main body of the army breaks through their ranks, and capture one of the strayed ones. We stay, and you better mend your armours and sharpen your lances, for we are going after them tomorrow.

- But Sir...I am the only one in condition to battle righ now...all the others are deeply wounded...

- Well, then, Garok...you will have to be the one to bring one of the beasts tomorrow then...

- (gasp) But...but

- No "buts", soldier! It's a simple job...you wait until the army wounds one...then you just make sure they don't kill it...we capture the beast, and treat it. Just like that.

Part II

On the next day, the group tracks the monster pack again, this time hiding on a small canyon.

Before the battle, Bulwyf adressess his man:

- Allright...You know the drill...wait for the others, until one of them is wounded...then secure it, and we'll get it later. Understood?

- Yes, Sir!

- Get ready then, they are about to attack...

The army starts approaching the canyon, lances in postions, being careful not to make noises, so the beasts don't leave. All of a suddend, a cry emerges from the crowd...one men has been bitten by a rattlesnake. The noise is enough to draw the attention of the pack, which starts to run out of the canyon, into the open field.

- Most interesting - says Lord Bulwyf, - The beasts are intelligent enough to see that they are trapped if they stay on the gorge, so they are running out of it. Hmmm, looks like one of them is breaking from the pack...and what is that..by the magical herb, Garok, what ARE you doing? It's a full sized adult male, you won't be able to kill it alone...it's bigger than your own horse! Be careful..no, don't do a full charge, he will knock you down..he will..OUCH! I told you! That must have hurt...

Bulwyf lowers and shakes his head. Silently, he watches as the battle unfolds, hoping for some of the other troop leaders to remeber and keep one alive. They don't. Bulwyf turns his horse away, and heads towards the camp. There are only four of his men standing, wounded. Seeing the look on Bulwyf's face, they lower they heads, remaining silent. Bulwyf dismounts slowly, gives his horse to a pageant, and approaches the four soldiers.

- Sires, I apologize, but I won't require your services no more...I just found out that cavalry soldiers are unable to understand basic orders. It must be the tales of ancient heros, charging alone against hordes of enemys or something like that. I will transfer you under the command of Lady Laia, and you will integrate the regions militia. I believe it will be less dangerous for yourselves, considering your impressive battle sense. Please, see my secretary to get the payment that I owe you, and leave.

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