10 Prologue 10 (2/2)

”What was that?!” Havier shouted out. The low growl was heard by everyone, and immediately we got ready to fight.

Out of the bushes, a tall figure slowly walked out, it was as tall as an adult, with lustrous black fur with white dots like little stars on it. Sky Panther. It didn't attack, but with slow steps it circled around us, it kept staring at us while growling.

This was the considered to be one of the most dangerous monsters in Algonquin Provincial Hunting Ground. It was much stronger than any normal person, even beginner Martial artist are weaker. Its hide is extremely strong, small caliber guns barely will scratch it. Extremely fast and cunning, it likes to stalk its prey and torture them before killing.

And we were its target.

Looking it in the eyes, I saw cruelty. It stopped moving and speeded up aiming for Marcus that always stayed in front of it. He raised his shield and shouted out. Erath started to step up to form armor on him.

'BANG!!!'

Blood splattered everywhere. The body hit Marcus's shield knocking him over.

Shock! For a while I couldn't understand what happened, the sky panther jumped at Marcus, then its head exploded.

Then form the direction that the Sky Panther, a man in a ghillie suit with a rifle that was almost his size. He ignored everyone and approached the sky panther, first helping Marcus from under it, then looking where the head of the sky panther used to be.

”You kids can go. I will take care of the body.” He said. There was no emotion in his voice, and all his focus was on the sky panther.

”Let's go.” Jackson didn't look good while he said it, it was hard to tell why. We didn't talk after this. Everyone was tense, observing every inch of the forest. Two hours later, we exited the hunting grounds and entered the city.

”He was a regular,” Lily said as we walked into the MCA building. ”Probably a Veteran.”

She was right. Only regular people would carry this kind of weapon into a hunting ground. Artist would carry for emergency either blades or low caliber handguns. Just that guns are slightly harder to get, making blades the main go to. But he was caring massive rifle and judging by that shot he knew well how to use it.

People like these are rare, most regular people that come to the hunting grounds are looking for fast money or are just crazy. Ninety percent of them die in the first three months, the rest in the next year. Only a few are able to live for more than three years.

”Regular or not, he helped us. If we were to fight a sky panther, we would win, but not without casualties.”

Havier was right. Either Jackson or Marcus would have to die to give the rest enough time to kill it. Chances are that both would die.

We didn't dwindle on this topic after this. Everyone got their pay, and we went to eat.

That day I was named the Glutton King.