28 Hunting Prey (1/2)
From a distance a howl of predator was approaching, its movement were swift yet when it lands the ground shakes from its weight.
Howls of rage filled the air as it continued viewing his surroundings, as if he was gone made from his relentless search.
Each swipe of its great arms had snapped trees in half, all of which had the width size of a full-grown man.
Its tackles had caused any obstacle to be decimate, leaving behind only rubble of boulders and the broken remains of weaker beast.
After tearing down a large tree he finally saw his prey.
It was chasing after a man dashing away from it with an over sized war hammer, his right arm was dangling by his side like a rag doll, as he dragged his hammer out of desperation.
The figure was a cultivator named Wade; he was originally an arrogant but powerful warrior with a dark history of being a slave that had changed to being the whipping boy, to be the one doing the whipping.
Now reduced to a wounded man had him feel great anger for Stigma, with him running with his tail between his legs thoughts of torture came to him, as he shouldered his the only weapon he had made a resolve to use it to mangle his body.
Before, he believed as long as he can wield his strength while maximizing his speed, he would dominate everything in his path, now he was cursing for throwing his weapons a while ago.
His original task was to retrieve a treasure from supposed traitors and kill them, but it somehow lead him to finding a boy with potential, to him encountering an enraged beast.
Now, he is being hunted down by a beast turned savage, the number of times he smashed its head were enough to cause his hand to be covered in blisters, yet the beast was still on his assault not minding the blood dripping from it.
Just remembering his encounter with Stigma had engrave him to be a symbol of bad luck and started cursing.
After his short outburst, he collected his thoughts and looked through his options.
He decided that unless the Tiger is dead, he wont have a chance in getting his revenge.
Unless he can get away, he won't have time to prepare.
He finally had some time to recuperate when he smashed it to the bottom of a ravine, with the widen distance between them he used a martial art skill that increase his speed momentarily.
Now he was on top of a boulder, overlooking at where the Tiger was, hoping that it would stay there indefinitely.
”Shit! Because of that brat I have nothing but bad luck.”
From a distance, the beast had clawed its way up then leaped to the edge then it breathed heavily, seeing such a beast jump out from the abyss made him lose confidence.
It was clearly showing it was still hunting his prey, and out for revenge.
*ROAR!*
He was already exhausted and deep in the forest, so he had no more intention in fighting it.
The beast then saw him on top of the boulder and charged at his destination.
Now the beast was rushing towards him, with its bleeding body he was more afraid in getting near it.
Looking at the current sate of the beast, it made him realize the terror the citizens of that time felt, how could they survive trying to fend themselves against a beast that ignored pain.
Then, he remembered that he still had something that could help him.
He had a variety of tools, traps, potions, and weapons yet they could not help him in his current predicament due to them taking to much time to prepare, but he still had an dangerous item in his possession.
With out much of a choice or more like out of a desperate attempt, he grabbed a green orb from his space ring, smashed it to the ground form where the Tiger will land and jumped between the crack of the boulder.
The orb was a tool used in the underworld, its main purpose was for ambush attacks which left no evidence that they were involved, but it had some form of danger to the user themselves.
If not prepared, they user will also be affected by the effects of the gas contained inside.
Not long after, howls of Heavenly started drawing closer.
When he peak in the cracks of the stones, a stamped of beasts of all sizes came toward the area.
The beast ranged from sizes such as that of vermin's to the size of burly figure of apes started to converge.
He had planned to use it as a tool to fend off against a large group as a last resort, but he didn't care anymore and he can't be nit picky on his methods as he hid, taking deep breaths he close his eyes and waited for the outcome.
*ROAR!*
And again he heard the beast rage.
He knows that if he showed himself, he will certainly be killed, so he waited for the outcome to decided his actions.
With the roars and howls of the beast died out, he went out to see the result.
He had to confirm if the beast was the one injured or of it was struggling, with the horde of beast in its way, he will have a chance to run.
When he stepped out slowly to see the aftermath, it had caused him great despair.
A mountain of corpses can be seen, all of which had been ripped to pieces, crushed underfoot or struggling to breath in their half dead state.
And in the middle was the nightmare.
Surviving a stampede was a miracle, but destroying it was considered a feet of a beast.
With the continuous attacks of the beast, injuries accumulated and had worn him down, such an outcome was what he wanted, he had the chance to regain his lost stamina and continue from his escape.
But then he stopped.
If the beast was injured he would take his chances and kill it in its haggard state, regaining his pride and spreading his fame while taking advantage of the decimated horde.