LegendPouncing into action, the feral warrior dashed out of the underbrush with the speed of the panther and the roar of a tiger. Summoning the might of the forest spirits and the anger of outraged ancestors, the battle shaman closed in on the invaders, daggers slashing through the air like the talons of the harpy eagle, ripping through the soldiers' thick uniforms like they were made of crumbling leaves. The warrior was a blur in the shadows and foliage, only barely visible in the midst of…
