Piece of Imagination

The hand of morn approach the still shadows of the night. The hooting owls in the nearby colossal oak trees began to silence as a strange new noise came in the land. The creatures of the forest never heard such barbaric sounds. The native Qist began to grab their weapons, as they waited for the this new threaten hubbub on the other side of the Stellive Hills.
The Qist are giant proud Green skin people. The body is human structure, with large bat ears, having hellish red polar bear eyes, and the face of an ape. The fear drove down their spines and all across their muscular body. The sound cease when these new creatures saw the Qist encampment.
The Qist's eyes widen when their gaze focus on the pallid skin arrive at the top of the hill. Their structure was the same as the Qist, though they had round ears and strange faces. The Qist people could tell that these new people were not here to make peace.
Their weapons seem no different than their own, spears, axes, and shields. The men of this new tribe sent a echoing bellow that went through the hearts of the Qist as both tribes drew their weapons out. The sound of thunder began to come from the men storming down the hill. The myriad of men came into range of the Qists, as the Qist send rain of spears hailing down upon them. the clash of two tribes begins now.