User blog:Rexis12/Hunter and Huntresses: Chapter 2.5

“Y’know considering that two of my companions are either going to be in heat of currently in heat must’ve been the universe screaming at me to stay home. And in hindsight, going out to hunt this late was probably a bad idea” Gerald mumbled. “Ya think?” Chortled the alpha, the rest of her pack chuckled with her.

Yes it seems that our hunter extraordinaire is in a bit of a pickle. Ignoring the obvious signs that he should’ve stayed at home and just sleep, he decided to make up for lost time when he helped Sarah. Despite the number one rule of hunting which was ‘Don’t hunt at night alone’ he still went hunting. Now, in the most cliché of quotes in history, the hunter was now the hunted.

Aiming his pike mainly at the alpha, Gerald gulped down his saliva. He was obviously nervous and was quite afraid, he knew what these monsters could do. Besides, even if he did make it out alive, his game today had already been taken away by the beastmen. Maybe it was time to go resupply at the city.

Dismissing that thought for a later time Gerald scratched his head nervously “U-uh, you ladies wouldn’t mind letting lil’ ol me go free now would ya?” he asked feebly. Confusion sparked in both him and the pack of werewolves when the alpha actually shrugged “Why not, you’re free to go.”

Black eyes widened as he stared at her perplexed “Really, you mean it?” he questioned. Her pack had the same reaction when they turned their head towards her, of course joy and fear returned to them and Gerald respectively when she laughed “Yeah, you can go free as soon as each of us get a round.” They howled in laughter while Gerald shook in spot.

‘Crap what the hell do I do now’ panicking seemed like a viable option, though he doubt running around screaming with his hands over his head could get him far. Maybe he cou-

“Yikes!!” Gerald ducked just in time for a werewolf to soar over his head, another suddenly slammed into his side. Twisting his body before they could land Gerald, with all the strength he could muster, slammed his palm into her stomach and pushed. The hunter landed on the forest floor with a thud, while the beastman sailed overhead, he winced at the sound of flesh impacting with bark.

Quickly getting to his feet, he reached for his pike and felt his heart skip a beat when he saw it at the feet of the alpha. “Hey, give that back” he shouted, she chuckled and shook her head, picking up the spear as she did.

“This, pike, as you call it got in the way when I should’ve caught you during the chase, remember?” Gerald was reminded how he had used the weapon as a pole vault to plant his feet into her face, wincing at the memory. He chuckled and grabbed a fistful of his hair “C’mon, that’s understandable. I needed to get away from you” he gulped when the werewolf, with ease, tossed the spear at a random direction.

“Well now we don’t have to worry about that now do we? Just give in, It’ll be nice and quick trust me” she held out her hand/paw with a smirk. Gerald reached into his pocket and pulled out his ice pick, which still had the dried blood of Bow. He gripped it as a dagger “I’m not giving in, so would you kindly step down” he growled.

“Hah, a master chooses the order, you ,my soon to be pet, obey” With that she pounced on him. She was stronger than the ones before, pinning him to the ground with almost no effort. Her claws immediately pinned his arms to the floor “Give up.” Gerald was having none of that, quickly he shot his head forward and delivered a powerful head butt.

There our hunter learned why head butts wasn’t considered a liable defense option, credited by the searing head ache he received. Still the alpha had it much worse, she released him from her grip and stumbled back, holding her forehead in pain.

Quickly getting to his feet, the hunter charge through the circle of werewolves. With the help of his ice pick, that he had stabbed into a random beastman’s abdomen, followed by grabbing her head and throwing her to the floor, he succeeded in escaping the monsters.

However he knew running from werewolves was almost impossible, so he needed his pike back. He sprinted at the general direction of where his spear was thrown. He was thankful when he found the spear impaled to the ground, If it had been imbedded to a tree it would’ve taken to long for him to pull it. Releasing the pike from the moist forest floor, Gerald kept running. “GET BACK HERE PET, AND PLEASURE US ALL” The shout was more than enough for him to increase his speed.

‘This is bad, If I don’t find some way to lose these guys, I’m done f-’ Gerald thoughts were cut off when he ran into another person. He was wearing a hooded cloak, the hood had fallen back when they slammed into each other, revealing a rather young face with brown hair, blue eyes with tribal tattoos going down his left. Like him he was panicking.

“Shit sorry man, I gotta go” He quickly said before he ran towards the werewolf pack. It was thanks to Gerald’s quick reaction he managed to grab his arms “NO!! Don’t go that way, werewolf pack” He said in panic, and ran towards where the man came from.

<p class="MsoNormal">Only for the man to yank him back as well “Multiple monsters that way, that’s what I’m running from” he announced in fear. The sound of heavy dragging alerted them quickly. Gerald quickly shoved the man back, while he backpedaled. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw the Wurm barely miss them by an inch.

<p class="MsoNormal">The sound of the dragon crashing, followed by the panicked screams of the werewolves brought the two back into the present. Both of them darted to a random direction “How, in the name of all that is holy did you manage to find a WURM here!?” Gerald screamed over the wind. The man turned to him with a growl “How did you manage to piss off an entire pack of werewolves at once” he snapped back.

<p class="MsoNormal">A strand of webbing that stuck itself into the man’s back interrupted Gerald’s comeback, the webbing tensed as its owner attempted to pull the man back. Adrenaline seemed to slow down time, as our hunter swung his pike to cleanly cut the string, allowing them to continue running.

<p class="MsoNormal">“An Arachne, really!?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Shut it”

<p class="MsoNormal">Both of them continued in their escape attempt, running as fast as they could. “Chief God dammit, we need to direct their attention away from us if we can even think of escaping” Gerald cursed. The man seemed to have an idea, he fished into his pack and pulled out two gems, devil gems by the look of the purple energy. He tossed Gerald one, while he held his to his lips. One of his eyes seemed to turn black and purple.

<p class="MsoNormal">“The hell am I supposed to do with this?” He asked, the man turned to him with his gem still to his lips. Seeming to get the idea Gerald did the same, and nearly stumbled in surprise when he felt some of his spirit energy get absorbed into the gem. Both of them pulled the gems from their lips, Gerald had more difficulty to tear the gem away from his mouth, the man seemed satisfied while Gerald was horribly confused.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Decoy gems, they take some of your spirit energy so that we can fool those guys back there. With it being night-time this is made especially more effective” The man explained. Gerald nodded and grinned, he chucked the gem as best as he could to his right, while the man did the same to his left. As the two kept running the sounds of chase being them suddenly went quiet.

<p class="MsoNormal">The man looked over his shoulder and sighed in relief. The Werewolves, Wurm, Arachne and were nowhere to be found, he slowed down on his running as he did. “Don’t get too relaxed, we need to get to high ground. When they get back, they’re going to tear this place apart, might as well get a good vantage point” Gerald called to him.

<p class="MsoNormal">Increasing his speed, the hunter stopped in front of a tree and crouched. He held out his hands in front of him. The man got the idea and planted his foot on the hand, Gerald threw them upwards giving the man a much needed boost to reach the lowest branch.

<p class="MsoNormal">Hanging on the branch, the man bended his lower thigh to give Gerald leverage. The hunter grabbed the leg and used it to climb onto the branch. Once he was up he pulled the man with him. Both of them gave a cry of relief as they sat on nature’s bench.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wow, we manage to get away from Werewolves and a freaking Wurm. Luck must really be coming on to us” Gerald panted. The adrenaline from the chase finally wore out for the two, leaving them to deal with their tired bodies.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Thanks man, I could’ve had three monsters on me If you hadn’t pulled me from those beastman” The man said gratefully. Gerald waved his thanks off “I think I should be thanking you. You saved us with those Devil gems of yours.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The two sat there in silence, the only sounds were the tired breaths. “Gerald John, hunter. Who are you.” The man blinked at the sudden introduction before he smiled “Garth, explorer and unofficially ‘engaged’ to a Wurm and Arachne.” Both of them laughed.

<p class="MsoNormal">Once more the two simply sat there, trying to recuperate from their long sprint. Gerald stood first, he held out his hand to help Garth up, but he waved it away saying that he needed to rest.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Stay safe then stranger. Don’t get any Sandworms on you” Gerald said with a grin. Garth rolled his eyes “I’m not THAT unlucky” he responded.

<p class="MsoNormal">Once he was on the ground Gerald sprinted towards the general direction of the beach. It was settle, he really needed to get to town for a vacation.