Roktra

He felt the cold steel pressed against his skin. Surely he wouldn’t meet his death here would he? No, he wouldn’t not if he could help it. The Roktra was a ruthless tribe of birdmen. But they are just as dumb as the birds back on earth. He smiled at one that was closely inspecting him. Its long gangly neck that was sticking out pulled back at the site. It squawked a few things in its native tongue and held up a feather arm.

"Die!" it hissed. He reached for the small flat stone sword he wore on his hip. Robert wasted no time and snapped the vines he had been tired with. He slid the small knife back up his sleeve. Kicked the feather beast in the chest; sending it tumbling backwards in to the fire pit. A few were sitting around it leaped out of the way. The helpless beast flayed sending sparks and embers flying in to the air. It was too late for him. The flames engulf him till there was nothing but a blacked corps. The other Roktra turned to look at Robert there black eyes showing no emotion. They pulled stone swords and spears out and rushed towards him. He ducked under the first stone sword. He punched the beast in the gut hard sending the blade hidden in his sleeve deep in to creature. Blade once again tucked its self away. The Roktra stubble back and fall over; blood oozed out on to the ground. Robert snatched up the sword heavy stone sword from the ground; where it fell. He swung it back. The side of it smashing hard in to the head of a birdman. It fell almost on top of the already downed Roktra. A spear hit hard in to Roberts left shoulder.

"AHH!" Robert screamed as the spear was pushed in to him. He left up the stone sword and slammed it down on the spear. It snapped like a twig under the force. He cleaved off two on coming birdman's head. Only two left he though as he moved around the tiny camp. One with a broken spear and another with a sword. Robert was trying to come up with some cleaver plan when both Roktra fell to the ground; heads gone. He dropped the sword and turned to see Sierra Jane. She held a large single barrel sniper rifle.

"How's it going Robert?" she asked coolie.

"Oh; alright."

"Having fun with the locals again I see."

"You wouldn’t have happen to brought a stinger with you?" he asked. Sierra reached in to her side pocket and pulled out a cap stick size container and toasted it over to Robert. He caught it and popped the top off. He stuck it hard in to his left shoulder. He gridded teeth and tried his best to not show any sign of the pain.

"Oh it's not that bad Robert." Sierra said with a wink and turned and headed back in to the forest. Robert followed after her grabbing hold of his backpack next to the camp fire. He picked up a few of the items the Roctocro had pulled out.