When the two armies met, a bloody battle broke out between them and Quaraun, did what he does best: he ran and hid.
When the battle was over, the enemy retreated, but with heavy losses on their side and Quaraun now seen to be utterly useless, the soldiers turned on him.
“You damned nigger loving bastard,” the officer screamed as he punched Quaraun in the face, knocking him to the ground. “I ought to shoot you.”
“Gets away from me Elf,” Unicorn roared as he lunged at the soldier, pushing him to the ground, hitting him furiously over and over again. “Free yairself from me Elf, ya no touch him!”
“No!” Quaraun screamed. “Unicorn don't!”
But the Phooka wasn't listening, he was just pummelling the soldier over and over and over in a blind raging fury, smashing his head to a pulp with his bare hands.
One thing Humans often misjudged about the tiny Faerie, was his incredible strength. Phookas were well muscled flesh eating predators, built for killing. In their true form they had viscous flesh ripping fangs and horrific razor sharp claws. Monsters in the truest sense of the word, a Phooka was a formidable man eating beast. That these Trickster Faeries took on the outer appearance of Human form, was only to trick Humans into getting their guard down, so they could get close enough the kill them and eat them.
Another thing about Phookas were their fierce protection of their mates. A Phooka could be induced into a wild, murderous blood frenzy over nothing more then someone giving their mate a look they didn't like. Unicorn thought of Quaraun as his mate and was very defensive and protective of the frail little Elf, so when he saw the soldier punch the Quaraun, Unicorn simply lost it and let every once of raging fury he had in him, out on the Human.
Quaraun scurried back to his feet, and scrambled to pull Unicorn off the solder.
“Unicorn! Stop! Please! Stop!”
Quaraun pulled Unicorn away, as other soldiers were gathering around them. Quaraun stumbled, fallen backwards, Unicorn falling on top of him. The two lay staring up at the dozens of guns now pointing down at them. Other soldiers were gathered around the fallen officer. The soldier's blood dripped from Unicorn's hand. Fragments of his skull and brain were spattered on Unicorn's face. Quaraun didn't have to see the Human or hear what the men were saying to know that the officer was dead and they were now in a lot of trouble.
“You shouldn't have done that,” Quaraun whispered to Unicorn.
“Him was doing harm to ya. Yes?”
“I can take it, Unicorn.”
“No ya can'na. Ya is weak lil wimp.”
“No, you're right. I can't, but you didn't have to kill him.”
“I Phooka. I kill fucking bastard Humans. It what I do.”
“I can kill all o them ones der in heartbeat un I shoulds. They is fucking bastards every which one of thems.”
"They are white, Christian Americans."
"Un that all the more reason dair is ta kill t'em. The whiter they are, the more Christian they are, the more American they are, the more they kill every last being is not them. They are the scum of the Earth, a plague upon everything that is decent. The vile white beast does nah deserve to live."
"The whiter they are, the less compassion they have towards life. That is the white Man's way. They are barely sentient beings at all. You know that. We've been in this time period before, you know what the white Humans are like. Killing them only makes them more violent then they already are."
"Da more reason dair be ta kill them. Do the world a favour un get t'eir white asses off de planet, while dair still be somet'ing none white left to save."
"Their Christians, Unicorn. They march with the flag of the non-White God they murdered. The cross they killed him on, on every flag. The more Christian they, the more likely they are to kill us for not being white or Human. Murder is all the Christians know how to do, it's what their God teaches them. They eat the flesh of their God and drink his blood. Do you have any idea how barbaric Christians are?"
"Killing dem stops dem afores dey kill again."
"I abhor killing."
"Even killing monstrous beasts like these white Christian Americans?"
“Why ya no let me eradicates them?”
“They brought us into the future. We can't do anything to change history. We need to get back to our own time without doing anything to disrupt the future.”
“This no be good future. I believe we kill them all, we make future lot much more better place. Ya want save life? How many persons they gonna eliminate if we no put an end to thems war, eh?”
The soldiers dragged Quaraun and Unicorn back to the Colonel’s tent. Quaraun did not resist and remained quiet, but Unicorn yelled and screamed and threatened the soldiers all the way there. The fact that Unicorn's black, whiteless, irisless eyes had turned a white blue and were starting to glow, was lost on the angry Humans, but not on Quaraun, who was dreading the level of anger Unicorn was being driven to.
Every once in a while, Unicorn would get lose and take a swing at one of the soldiers and this would result in several of them holding him down while others kicked him and beat him, resulting in Quaraun screaming and pleading with Unicorn, begging him to be quiet and stop resisting. The trip back to camp should only have taken an hour, but because of Unicorn's fighting them the whole way, it was several hours, before they finally reached camp.
The men quickly explained to the Colonel the events that had befallen them.
The Colonel shoved Unicorn towards the two soldiers standing by his desk.
“Keep that damned slave seated and quiet,” the officer ordered his men. “Shoot him if you have to. That black bastard has a mouth like the blazing pits of Hell on him. I hate niggers.”
The soldiers pushed Unicorn into a chair and stood on either side of him watching him suspiciously as though they expected him to run out and kill every white man among them.
“Damned nigger lover,” the officer sputtered to himself as he turned back to Quaraun. “I should have known you was useless, minute I found out you considered that black bastard a friend instead of your slave. Who's side of this war are you on?”
“I'm not on any side. I don't even know what this war is about. This is not my time period. You brought me here. I'm not from here.”
“Damn Hell you aren't. You haven't got a clue how to keep your slave in line.”
“He's not a slave.”
“He's blacker then tar, that makes him a slave.”
“Ya fucking Human bastards, all ya ever do is enslave every thing ya get ya filthy hands on.”
“Listen to the mouth on that black bastard.”
“Fucking piece of shit white Human bastards do no like the mouth of me fucking black ass. Fuck fucking fucked fucker fucking fuckups fuck fucking fucked fucking fuckup fucking fucker's fucking fuckup,” Unicorn began muttering to himself.
“I don't believe in keeping slaves.”
“Nigger lover. Should have known.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“What should we call you, eh? You're roaming around the battlefield with a black devil following you and you say he's not your slave.”
“Iffy ya'd let me speak, perhaps it could be, I could clarify that,” Unicorn said.
The commander punched Unicorn in the face. Quaraun jumped away, terrified, but Unicorn just sat there, glaring at the officer.
“Ya fucking bastard, ya'll pay for that,” Unicorn said, licking the blood from his split lip.
The soldier hit him again.
“I told you I didn't want to hear a word out of your filthy black heathen mouth.”
“I is no heathen, I is Phooka.”
“I said shut up.” The Colonel hit him again.
~From "GhoulSpawn and The Lich Lord's Lover" (Volume 22 of The Quaraun Series)