The Panther

I wiped my brow, walking to Barg's hut in the steaming hot jungle was sweaty work. I could now see the faint image of the small hut made out of the trees surrounding it. The inside I remember very well, Barg was an aggressive war freak. His hut was jam packed with swords, shields, axes, spears, and any weapon you could name. I reached in my leather backback and pulled out a container of water. I quickly unscrewed the cap and took a long drink, then screwed the cap on and put it back and I was finally there. I knocked on the heavy wooden door. He opened it and said
    "Thar it's good to see you! What is it this time?"
    I stepped in and took my mail boots off.
    "Well..." I studdered.
    "Get on with it boy!" Barg never had patience.
    "Sir, our war camp has been overrun by gnargs."
    Barg went wide eyed for a moment. "Those rotten skunks! I'll tear them limb from limb!" he sat up, grabbed a bow and ammunition, and heaved a sword over his shoulder. He grabbed some extra weapons and put them in a giant backpack, and motioned me to follow. Calmly I slipped on my mail boots and walked out with him.
    "So they just took one camp huh?"
    "Um, actually no, sir." He immediately stopped in his tracks.
    "How many did they take?" he said anxiously.
    "About two or three..." he barked out a swear word.
    "Well, we'll take the closest camp first, we can do it".
    "Are you insane? We can't take that many camps!"
    "I don't want these abomination's soiling our grounds." he said. He cut through the thick brush with his sword.
    "The nearest camp is about an hour's hike."
    We walked and walked and we were about half way there, in the middle of the jungle. We had nothing to talk about so it was completely quiet. We could could hear a rustling in the brush but we figured it was normal. We turned around to make sure, and the rustling would stop. Several times this would happen. Something was stalking us... and suddenly a panther jumped gracefully out from the bushes. This was no ordinary panther. It looked about 9 feet in height, and it was obvious we were up for some challenge. Barg threw me an axe from the bag. We both locked in a battle stance. The panther let out an intimidating roar and we backed off a few steps. Barg wouldn't be intimidated by anything. He let out a battle cry and lunged his sword into it's shin. The panther roared out in pain and swiped him with it's paw. He flew back a few feet, and could see claw marks in his chest once he landed. He let out a faint grunt and got right back up
    "What are you doing boy? help!" The panther was licking its wound. I thought to myself "well here goes." I ran under the panther. It was confused for a moment, so I swung the blade up to its belly and pulled it out. I sprinted away and it collapsed. Barg hopped on it's head and lunged his sword downward. It went into its brain and the panther let out a last cry and died.
    "What are you waiting for, let's get a move on!" Barg panted, after I treated his wound we kept moving. We cut through one more thick bush into a clearing that lead to the camp.
    "We don't want to kill the guards" Barg explained, "use what's in our sight".
    "Well there's a wooden supply shack" I suggested.
    "Exactly. We will burn it with flaming arrows and sneak while they're distracted." He pulled out an arrow and loaded it in. Then he used flint and created sparks, and set the arrow on fire. He steadied his aim and released it. It pierced the side of the shack and set it afire. The guards ran over to see the shack and we snuck in the camp and hid in a barrel of hay. We peered out from the hay then ducked in.
    Barg whispered "There is clearly too many, we'll have t..." A great battlehorn rang. We quickly looked and saw a giant gathering of orc warriors readying to run down the hill. They all charged down the hill. We hopped out of the barrel. We drew our weapons. By now every orc had someone to fight. We both went seprate ways and fought by ourselves. I swung at one and he shuffled to the left and dodged, then he tried to hit my head but I ducked and swung upward to his chin. He fell with a thud. Suddenly, a sharp pain rose in my shoulder. I turned to look and an arrow was in the area of pain. I grabbed the end and with a loud grunt I yanked it out. I saw what was going on, all the orcs were dead except for me and Barg. They surrounded us.
    " We might as well give up now," I said to Barg, but suddenly a roar let out in the backround. When we turned a giant black panther stood there. There was a gash in its head, shin, and stomach. We realised it was the same panther as before, but how? It walked over, not threatening us, but the gnargs. Then the gnargs starting thrusting their spears at the panther. It backed off, then pounced at them. Some of them were knocked over. The panther started to claw at them and tear their flesh. Over time the panther killed all of them. Why was it helping us?