OGRISH

They were here for the joy of showcasing their natural skills. Other Ogres such as Karstagg or Smurg might be larger. They might even be stronger than him but deep in his mind there was a simple truth that he held fast to. None were as sneaky or cunning as he!

When the battle began he'd separated; skimming the edge of the walled courtyard until they found a particularly undefended section of wall! As they approached their great arms reached up to grip the edge of the ramparts. As the brute pulled himself up and over the lip his gaze shifted from left to right. Guards saw him then or rather they saw the stones crumbling under his weight.

Then? Then they saw nothing as shadows snacked to their feet and simply brought them down to the ground. Hard. Though, it didn't kill them. No instead they were simply knocked out. After all a good thief didn't have to kill everything they ran across to achieve their goals.

The Night Ogre dropped into the courtyard quickly sliding through the shadows as they approached a large well-lit window. Their steely hues glanced towards the main gateway and they could now see rather than just hear the battle. Yes, his Ogrish brothers were putting the work in that they excelled.

Now was his time!

The brought gaze flicked towards the window and within it he spotted a singular Blackhat. Could it be the music man? With a flutter of his massive frame the Ogre leapt through the window! His frame came into view only as the glass shattered across it. As he roared into the fight he let out a singular word.

"BOO!"

As the shout echoed forwards the Ogre's great claw came up in a swing! The Ebner had only a heart-beat to block the swipe. They'd even less time to avoid the kick that came after. Sending them hurtling across the dining hall. By the time they were back up on their feet the Ogre was charging again.

This time they had in their arms something that looked priceless. Wait, where did they get that grandfather clock? It was a question they'd not have the chance to answer. Perhaps counter with their magic or even charge themselves but by the time the great brute swung that clock?

Well, things were going against the Blackhat as caught off guard as they'd been. The wood shattered as it struck them with the force of an Ogre's might. They sailed across the dining hall straight for a great stone wall. Though, rather than gain the chance to strike it?

They'd feel a great tug and then a yank as a shadowy claw gripped the edge of their shadow! It stopped them mid-fight and yanked them to the ground. As the Ogre's shadows pulled upon it the beast walked up through the hall. Placing a foot upon Arthur's chest those steely gaze locked eyes with them.

"Motha' says time for nighty-night."

The words left the brute's lips as they pulled into a great smile. Tusks gleaming in the fireplace. Then came the yank as his shadow was rended from his body. No doubt the shock would send them into unconsciousness or perhaps not. Eitherway when their vision cleared the Night Ogre was gone. The signs of door frames being broken as the beast ventured deeper into the keep to steal what he'd came for? That was harder to miss.