Futuristic Blood and Glory (Always Accepting)

[The Kaosophile]

Boris & Connor


Eastern Forest


Boris leisurely retrieved a phial of Nectar from his equipment, inserting it into his IV unit on his suit. As he watched the layers of the gate retreat into their receptacles, he heard a soft snorting sound. A lone Buta was snuffling around in the brush just outside the gate, unaware. Boris looked sidelong at Connor, unstrapped Krestyanin and swiftly dispatched the porcine mutant. "Start the tally, malysh," Boris said to Connor.


"No. Not even one. Is cheap. Is cheating. We need bigger. MUCH bigger. Yes." Connor replied. Shortly after, a loud crash was heard in the distance, followed by the tops of trees disappearing into the canopy. Whatever was thrashing around over there, it was big, and it was angry.


"Is that 'MUCH bigger' enough?" Boris said, and set off at a brisk but silent walking pace, sticking low, placing steps carefully around potentially loud twigs and dead leaves.


"Yes. Bigger enough. Very, very big. Yes." Gah, focus. Connor thought, following Boris' pace. The path they took wound through increasingly dense vegetation, Both of them stepping carefully, the thrashing noise was slowly picking up in volume, they were getting close. They crept silently through the underbrush, not even Connor's Hook and chain made much noise. His axe was already unfollded ready and in his left hand, His eyes showed focus, mostly because he was trying to keep himself from seething under his breathe his muscles were heading into stage 2 of Nectar use, where they would keep regenerating and tearing. The pain was muted but growing.


Though he noticed a sound, looking around he saw a hovering camera orb following their progress, the soft hum was still audible, Connor turned and waved it off. Mouthing to leave them the hell alone, the camera orb still hovered. Then it made a mistake. The operator apparently trying to get a better view moved it up... right into a branch. The branch snapped.


It is amazing how a simple sound can be heard by the predators of the forest. the loud ruckus from far away stopped... then it started again... getting closer... and closer, soft dull noises began to grow, a veritable and even drumbeat of *THUMTHUMTHUMTHUM* Connor cursed mentally, Hate camera crew, much hate...


Not twenty seconds later, the beast they were tracking found the duo: a Mantis. The colossal horror was feared by many, but the mutations the insect had gone through were not kind. The creatures eyes were dull, marred, and dirty, rendering it hard of sight, and Boris had experience with this. Boris took advantage of this by quickly blending with his surroundings, trying to keep an updated color for when he moved to different-colored underbrush. The Mantis was twitching around, touching its feelers to every tree in search of the source of the humming from the camera drone. While it was distracted, Boris firmly placed two HE grenades and a concussion grenade between two plates of the Mantis' chitinous armour on its abdomen. He dropped his optical camouflage long enough to signal 'five seconds' to Connor, then pulled the pin on one of the grenades.


Then Boris ran. He ran like no man has run before, because when those grenades went off, the explosion would be incredible, but it would be nothing compared to the enraged and confused giant insect violently thrashing to kill whatever just hurt it. Like he had counted for the gate to open not ten minutes prior, Boris went through it in his head: pyat, chetyre, tri, dv--DISCLAIMER: The explosion that then occurred transcended the classic onomatopoeia of 'boom.' Even capitalizing, bold-facing, italicizing, underlining, upsizing, and adding several exclamation marks wouldn't do it justice. So, instead, accept this humble attempt to provide an accurate recreation of the sound via text: KABOOOOOM!!!


There are few words to describe Boris' concussion grenades, a layman might consider it akin to sitting next to a rocket launch. A lesser man might have wished that his eardrums ceased to exist. Then again the noise produced by those grenades probably would render that wish to anyone, seeing as they probably would break them, Connor barely had enough time to try and cover his ears when the detonation occurred. He didn't know which was worse, the explosion from the grenades or the subsequent scream from the mantis. However the thing was distracted, he needed to get some cover fast, soon that thing was going to be spraying acid.


As globules of acid began to rain down on the surrounding area, Boris readied Rabotnik, and sent four HE grenades at the mantis' abdomen, two of them hit, leaving sizable marks on the beast, one whizzed past the thing and took out a poor, unsuspecting tree, and one fell short, landing softly in the underbrush somewhere. Since it didn't explode on impact, that grenade was basically a landmine, and it was unlikely the Mantis' pointed legs would hit the thing, so it was mostly a hazard for the human combatants. "O, yebat." Boris muttered as he loaded another set of grenades. Still no sign of the chitin breaking down, but as long as the duo kept moving from cover to cover, the dumb bug couldn't keep up.


"OI, BIG UGLY, OVER HERE!" Boris shouted, waving his arms and turning bright orange. "Go," he said to Connor, diving out of the way as a globule of acid sizzled into the rock behind him. "My mother aims better than you, and she's dead!" Boris shouted at the Mantis, keeping it distracted.


@Der Kojote

 

[Shura]

Iris "Scarlet"


Southwest Forest


A small groan escaped iris as she focused her vision into one image instead of two. The solid knock had sent her skidding into a rather sturdy tree which was kind enough to catch her, though her back wasn’t so grateful. Before she even moved she took an inventory of any possible injury. For The most part she was just a bit battered; her suit had thankfully taken the brunt of the impact giving her bruised ribs instead of broken ones. She still had feeling in her limbs and could move them so her spine was fine. Overall not a bad hit. She rolled to her feet shaking off the last bit of lasting shock from the hit.


She’d learned how to brace and shake off such hits early on, being smaller and one of the less sturdy fighters Iris was an easy target even with the use of Nectar. The only reason she survived these hunts half the time was because of increased speed and reflexes, the other half was because of Roy. Her ears twitched listening for the shock lizard hearing some commotion going on a good distance away and reasoned that Roy had lead it away most likely trying to get a shot at it. Iris took off towards the sound trying to catch up with her partner.


A voiced crackled in from her collar “Bruised and battered but I’m fine. Catching up now.” She replied giving her partner warning so she didn’t find herself an unfortunate victim of friendly fire. Iris caught sight of the trapped angry lizard and growled softly circling around to build up speed shifting her claws into a different setting. The Champion charged at the lizard full speed before pouncing on the creature claws piecing through the touch hide of the creature, severing the spinal cord near its neck before slicing in through the soft cartilage and flesh the made up the rest of the neck muscles, trachea, major arteries and esophagus. Her claws absorbed the electricity that had been released as she nearly severed the bests head. She could feel some crackle up her arms but paid little mind to the mild shock.


“Hate those damn things.” She hissed under her breath as she got off the corps and looked over to Roy seeing he had taken quite the beating. “He really got at you. Are you alright?” She asked concerned before her ears twitched and picked up the sound of several distant thunderous explosions. The hunt was getting into full swing which meant things would start getting a little messy. "Looks like the others are having fun as well." she chuckled


@Braxnond

 

[Phantom King]

Xerxes


Southwest Forest


Xerxes would lean himself forward pushing off his hands and knees in unison launching himself into the air a small crack left in the cement from the amount of force he used to project himself forward into the canopy of the forest. The wind would buffet his face a blend of the warmth of the light and slight chill from the lingering winter, his face would become wrapped in this combination until he hit shadows were it became colder. A jerk could be felt in his shoulders and an object felt in his hands as he grabbed onto the branch claws sinking deep into the wood to hold him in place, but the momentum was enough to swing him half-way up and have him doing a hand stand on the branch a display of his acrobats. He'd bring his legs down to perch in his position as he watched the other Champions break off and go deep into the woods, he was selecting his targets now. The people or person he would follow and wait for his own moment to strike and slaughter the monster after it had it's own fun.


Finally Xerxes caught few of the last two to leave the ground level gates, a cat-like female and a man with headphones on his head and exoskeleton covering his body. Xerxes was out of the loop with the newer Champions he had a slight memory of them but couldn't exactly remember who they were or what they were capable of..Yawn..he hadn't slept in five days and it was beginning to bother him but he shrugged off the sense as things would soon heat up for sure. The two took off to his right and went into the woods, he swiftly went to trail at a good pace using his extreme acrobatic skill to weave through the higher parts of the tree's. He came to a halt and gazed down below him and saw a Lurchible, a mediocre monster but a kill none the less. Grazing heading for its way to the waters to rejuvenate it'd seem from lack of hydration, and the beast was interrupted by one of the Champions he was following who landed a devastating kick into the beasts rib and spinal area, for sure going to harm the creature. Xerxes would stand to full height and lean against the embrace of the tree's trunk crossing his arms to watch the encounter as the drone would flow in front of him the low humming vibrating the air around him. It'd turn to look downwards and watch the encounter with the Champion and the beast.


To his own dismay but slight pleasure the creature was slain with a good amount of ease by the Champion, this meant there was a person of interest now. Not to mention the harder he'd be to kill the stronger the monster would be for Xerxes to face, it was all in the process, however he enjoyed this one in particular his combat skills admirable. The Champion fled swiftly into the tree-line opposite and still quiet a bit lower than Xerxes position. But with the death of the beast it wouldn't be too long until a pack of fiendish Iseags would come to try and scavenge the remains or tear apart their killer. This played out to be true as a trio of them came into the clearing and started to circle the corpse, he'd sigh lightly now seeing what the initial plan was. Kill some, bait the others and move on from there, of course a tactic to rack up as many kills as possible.


The creatures started to sniff and search around looking for more food and an unlucky one got too close towards the the outskirts of the clearing and would result in a hyper-active primal female launching and tearing into the creatures side, which brought a slight grin to Xerxes face. He always enjoyed shows like that, how things should be natural, and primal; survival of the fittest was something he used to always recite to others while in the Academy before they began a sparring session. Xerxes would snap out of this thought and see the female Champion getting in a crouched like stance, defensive and suddenly a shot rang out from up near Xerxes level now, apparently the other Champion had moved up to snipe the beasts. There was only one snarling Iseag left, that was when he realized they were a team and it made him frown slightly as this may take longer than he'd suppose. But nothing came easy, and everything was always better if you waited for it and he wanted something just splendid. A slight tremble was felt in the tree giving sign to a nearby herd of creatures nearby disturbing the easy flow of the tree with the wind, Xerxes decided to take the lead on it and head off on his own.





Xerxes halted on a branch nearby the large herd of Buta and would cross his arms waiting for the two to come next and pick up their easy kills, he positioned his feet to get a more stable stance and he'd feel something rough and extremely hard against his armoured foot. Gazing down he'd see the tiny eyes and massive nostrils of a Centurious staring right up at him cocking it's head to the side. He'd let out a small sigh, he saw the form as he made his way over but presumed it to be a deformity on the tree's branch not a damn Centurious. He stared back at the creature his yellow-green eyes tearing through the creature in a sense for it reeled it's head back as intimidated, and now it felt threatened. If not it decided to attack or not, would determine Xerxes' first kill this year or not. The creature lolled it's head back down and a slight shake went through the tree as its tail released its grip and its claws found home in the trunk of the tree. The Centurious would come to Xerxes' level a little bit shorter than him it's ear perked upwards as it now stared at him on equal grounds, obviously testing him.


Then they stood on the branch staring, swaying on the tree with the wind a test of who would be more stubborn, who was the supreme of the two. That's when Xerxes grew irritated by the big nosed creature and slowly reached his right hand up for his right tomahawk, as he did this the Centurious mimicked him in a sense starting to step back raising its left claw as if it was about to strike him, it'd cock its head to the side again curious. It looked like Xerxes had found him a pet, he had no absolute urge to kill it yet, that's when the camera drone came around again encircling the two in the intense moment the audience would most likely be thinking Xerxes was about to slay the beast. He brought his hand away from his weapon and started to outstretch it towards the beast which resulted in it leaning its body back swiftly to avoid his hand thinking it an attempt to attack the tail twisting to smack the tree with a great amount of force in efforts to knock Xerxes off his center of balance and to the ground. It'd only cause him to sway with the tree his knee's slightly bent so he'd stay in better balance. That's when there was a loud thundering sound heard followed by a crack of lightning and flash of light, below them was a Shockliz. The Centurious took off launching from the tree to another and would continue slowly disappear leaving Xerxes to gaze down and look at the creature composed of lightning and scales go to attack the two Champions he was watching.


They were taken by obvious surprise and the female Champion would avoid the initial attack from the beast but was caught off-guard by its well-timed lash from its electrical laced tail. A series of explosions rang off in the distance causing an obvious disturbance in the forest animals going hay-wire. The combinations of sounds explosions and flesh starting to fill the air caused a multitude of packs Iseags would be making their way towards the two Champions. Xerxes looked down seeing the brush shake and tremble before they broke into a clearing and disappeared again coming from the same way the Shockliz ambushed the two from, from Xerxes count there was at least twenty and they were all fearful and blood-thirsty, he knew they tried to attack the champions upon the initial smell. Xerxes refused to allow this to happen, he wanted a good creature and the two were of great interest in their display to survive so far and their offensive tactics. With that he'd draw both of his tomahawks stepping forward leaping off the tree his weapons above his head, he'd swing his arms forward to catch another branch but the sharpened tomahawks would cut through it easily though slowing him down quiet a bit resulting in him to do a back-tuck so he'd equalize his momentum again. The large branch would land on three Iseag's crushing them entirely and cutting off their initial path causing a shake in the forest in their general area. The large now combined pack of Iseag's continued after a moment of halting seeing the heavy branch crush their kin, and soon a Champion would land on this branch and this Champion was none other than Xerxes.


He'd look upon them pointing his tomahawks towards the closest two and fire, the bullets tearing through the top of their skull through the neck and into the heart of the first, the second only made its way through the skull before halting. This put the others into a rush now fifteen Iseags starting to charge Xerxes who stood on the branch, the gunfire sure to attract others attention as well he leaped backwards and started back some bracing himself for combat ready to start racking up kills though he was visibly displeased of having to do this.





@Braxnond

 

[Brax]

Roy


Southwest Forest


Light hues continued staring at the struggling Shockliz, even when Iris made her appearance. She said she was catching up, and certainly had not been lying; she had been hauling ass. Placing the sniper onto its rightful spot on his back, Roy crossed his arms and watched as the lizard was mutilated from the neck up. Figuring that it would end similarly to that, Roy waited for the female to turn around. She had seemed to be in fine condition, despite being on the receiving end of a rather brutal hit.


Iris then mentioned that Roy had taken a beating. In response, the young man blinked twice. Originally looking at her as if he was shocked, the man’s hues would turn down to his chest and stomach to see the damage which had been done after moving both of his arms. The champion did not notice that the hit he had taken from the monster had done as much damage as it did, but it was still minimal. Fingers belonging to his right hand would find themselves grazing the cuts. On the tips of his index, pointer and ring fingers were blood. It had not been runny, but the cuts certainly were not dry.


“I’ve lived through worse. I’ll be all right.” Of course. They both would be. Roy had not used any of his nectar and if luck continued to grace the both of them in terms of the monsters they had been running into, then he would probably go without using any on the entire hunt. The idea of possibly being able to do such was stupendous. It had not been that only his body rejected the drug – but his mind as well. Being forced to take such measures to promote survival ran parallel to self-harm in his eyes. Roy, unfortunately, was not completely wrong.


With such a streak of good fortune going for them, Roy began to become paranoid. If they had not run into any large monsters yet, then when was that going to come? It was unheard of to go a single hunt without seeing some mind-fuckingly oversized monstrosity. Especially considering the fact that it was the first hunt of the season. The sounds of multiple explosions in the distance had ricocheted throughout the forest.


Peering off into the direction that they had been coming from, Roy remained silent in response to Iris’ comment. He had almost forgot that there were others competing for the same thing. The adrenaline rushing through Roy’s veins had him breathing at a fast, heavy pace. Taking a breather for a moment was something he would have advised, but time was winding down. Despite the fact that the two have had an exceptional hunt given regular averages, they could be doing even more justice to the scoreboard.


Normally speaking, moving toward the explosions was a bad idea. In any other situation, Roy would have advised to stay away. However, given the fact that the sounds generated would attract some monsters and deter others. There was no difference between killing a large monster and a small one; well, when it came to the kill count. There was obviously a difference in fighting the two. If Roy and Iris continued traveling along the outskirts of the forest, it was very possible that they would get a run-off of easy kills from the area closest to the other champions.


“We need to move north.” And keep our momentum going. The safe route was not the most popular with the public, but their fan base had not been about the craziest kills in the first place. Taking a deep breath, Roy’s head would turn from its focus in the trees back to his partner. A close-lipped smile hid how exhausted he was feeling. Overexertion would end up doing him no good. They would have to take it a little bit slower if Roy wanted to avoid using any line. After looking down at his wrist-watch, and then looking up to the position of the sun, the champion would be able to decipher which direction they were in as well as which direction they would have to move in next.





“It’s times like these that I really wish I had something to eat.”


That was when another champion leaped from the tree-tops. It had become increasingly apparent that there was another stampede of monsters heading for their general direction; Roy had been faced the opposite way. Roy turned his head to Iris and pointed at the champion who had just dropped in to help them.


"Who the hell is that?"


@Shura


@Phantom King

 

[Shura]

Time Check Time passed from start: 40 minutes Time left for hunt: 1 hr 20 minutes ​

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[PixelScoreMC]

Sun laughs, and then looks at her with deep eyes. "Pyromaniac? Hell no. Maybe.. a lightomaniac?" He laughs at his own joke, and then says "Yes... You are a princess, and I am the handsome man that comes along and weds the princess. Because I am so... HOT!" Sun laughs again, clearly in his own state of mind, when the large rumble passes through the ground, his attention is immediately replaced. "It's close... come on, if we find out the source and kill whatever is making it, we'll be even more famous!" His eyes turn back to his usual yellow color, and he starts running towards the source of the quake.


@HoneyBear\-Kat

 

[Shura]

Unexpected Guest @Morridan Drawn by the smell of freshly spilled blood and cooking flesh a Drake was drawn from his cave seeking out its first meal. It is very hungry, angry and breathes fire. (Have fun!)​

 

[Morridan]

Redd Shotokhan


Outside of Arcadia's walls, Far Side of the Planes (Opposite of the lake), Surrounded by Forests, Shadow of the Mountains


Redd had a large stack of burgers, placed on a large chunk of bark that was acting like a serving plate. He had picked one of the burgers up and began eating just as a rather sinister shadow stalked around inside of the woods. He popped the last half of the burger into his mouth and sat down the bark-plate onto the large log behind him. He slowly shuffled his way away from his fire, not knowing whether the creature was going to attack him or not. He had already faced other shifting shadows circling around in the forest but none of them seemed to take the bait. But this particular shadow was not leaving like the others. Instead, it kept going back and forth along the tree line, procuring a good place to set up its 'ambush'. Redd already knew it was there, but it still did not make him any less weary. He reached his left hand slowly over to the spit and started to turn the Uaccam again.


It was at this time that the bushes it had been hiding behind violently shuffled around and was ripped out of the ground. A large, red, and spiny dragon charged out from the woods, ripping thorns and bushes up in its path. With an almost triumphant roar, the dragon's mouth gaped open and spewed a stream of fire outwards. Redd slammed his left foot into the ground and propelled himself to his right, narrowly avoiding the fire. "Muda Da!" Redd landed by rolling on his shoulder, standing upright due to momentum and got into the 'Heaven and Earth' stance once more. "That won't work." His eyes squinted at the creature, grasping the leg of one of the dead Uaccam and throwing it outwards in front of the dragon as it spat out another stream of fire. Redd jumped into the air, staying in the shadow of the beast and grasped onto its hide as both of them flew towards the dragon and against the flames.


The dragon side-stepped the airborne Uaccam and looked to where it thought Redd would be. But surprisingly, the man was no longer standing where he had been when he threw the mutant Bison. It would have snapped its vision to where the bison was but was caught with a side-kick planted on the area behind its ear. The moments before the kick came, Redd had pressed his legs out hard against the dead Uaccam's chest, firing off of it while mid-air to deliver a now-standing side kick. Much to his chagrin, his foot met with a set of small spikes, causing him to growl in annoyance. "I see..." He ground his wounded foot against the dirt as if to prove a point before using the same foot to catapult himself forwards to deliver a punch directly TOWARDS the biggest spike he could find on its shoulder. The specially crafted gauntlets he was wearing shattered their way through the spike and drove their hollow knuckle-spikes into the creatures back.


Redd's wound in his foot gushed out blood at a rapid rate, dumping a rather frighteningly huge puddle of blood at his feet. But the color in his face did not seem to change at all. Instead, the area his fist collided and sunk into the dragon seemed to shrivel like a raisin. Instead of Redd that was in pain, the dragon let out an anguished roar. It's tail lashed out as Redd leaped upwards, swiping the air and falling inches short of making contact with him as he started pulling his fist back. Almost immediately, the flow of blood from Redd had ceased, and his always-grumpy frown cracked into a slight smirk. He landed on his supposed 'wounded' foot first and went back into his 'Heaven and Earth' stance. "Kakatte Koi!! Prove to me that dragons are not this weak!"

 

[Der Kojote]

Connor


Location: Battle a giant mantis


Mental state: and i quote, "RAAAAAAUGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"


Acid rained down. Connor’s muscles were now in the third stage of pain now. Currently they felt like they were splitting, and tearing. Boris might have had a plan, it might have been a good one, right now though, that didn't really matter. What did matter there was a very angry bug, Connor was going berserk, and there was a lot of material around him. The Mantis was skittering after Boris, but there was a chance to still do some damage. How effective this rage born plan was, Connor was not entirely sure, however…he really didn't care.


He Knew only one thing, there were trees. And they could be thrown, He Grabbed a nice sized on, pulling it from the earth. The form was terrible, and the aim was off, however the result was still something to the intended effect. The tree went heading through the air, tumbling end over end, and slamming into the mantis’s abdomen. The beast screeched, between the tree that had left the ground and the loud explosions. This prey was not worth it, it would have been skittering off in the opposite direction, east, however, it found itself airborne, due to the force of the impact. So of it was hurled with Connor Following behind. Screaming insults expletives and everything in-between. Yup, Frenzy was here.

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Jekyll Wilson


North, Arcadian Mountains, Near top, Going down.


Jekyll nodded his head back and forth as he shuffled along the rocky ground of the mountain, an nonexistent tune playing n his head as his feet hit the ground according to his tune. However, this lax stance and style of moving hid the tenseness of Jekyll's muscles, and the hearty little uncontrollable tics they were going through. Now that the Nectar had settled and his power wasn't being actively used, the symptoms were rising quite a bit, and Jekyll was trying to keep them down as well as he could. It didn't stop his mouth from seemingly swelling up for no reason, his tongue beginning to feel like lead in his mouth, and it also didn't stop his muscles from freaking out with the twitches, which Jekyll had gotten used to for the most part.


The one thing that did bug him was that his heart was beating very quickly, and the feeling and sound of it made him very restless. He would not say it to most, but he had always had a fear of his heart just up and exploding in his chest. Even if he had been taught about the impossibilities of such a thing happening, Jekyll knew that with Nectar anything was possible if put in the right position, and Jekyll did not want to be the one that made the scientists go "Oops". Placing his hand in his spiked hair, Jekyll shambled forward towards where he would hopefully find some prey, his need to kill something way too intense to be healthy.


Jekyll grimaced as he looked around, his sharp slate eyes looking acutely at the surroundings, trying to pinpoint a monster of some kind that he could really sink his fist into. Stopping mid-step, Jekyll realized that he had forgotten to check up on his grenade pack. On the side of his belt, he had a little satchel, nothing big or noticeable, but it was large enough to carry four of each grenade that he had to support him in times of need. It also carried a back up Nectar vial, one that he hardly ever used, but liked to keep on him for the sake of....being safe. Jekyll was about to continue walking again when he spotted something grand in the distance. A lumbering dark figure that looked ripe for the picking. His rubber body condensing, Jekyll began to barrel towards the shadowed figure as fast as he could, his flexible muscles taking huge leaps in the air as his want to beat the life out of something rose.


Smirking with a sense of calmness, the adrenaline in his veins making him think sharper and faster, Jekyll threw back a single arm, letting it extend, and hang back while he continued to run. It wasn't long before he had made it to the large creature, a Capra double the size of a regular one, and a very rare sight to see. Jekyll felt no worry as he ran up to the monster, the Nectar in his veins dulling down his own self-preservation skills, before stopping and letting his arm release its tension and fly. Ripping through the air beside Jekyll's head, his hardened fist let out a sharp sound of success as it smacked into the large Capra's head. Toppling over, the large beast was relatively okay, but Jekyll wasn't done yet.


Instead of letting the monster fall away from the punch, Jekyll grabbed onto the side of its face firmly before turning around and slinging his arm over his shoulder. The monster was too heavy to throw completely through the air, but it was slung in the ground heartily. Smirking in satisfaction, Jekyll looked back at the beast as it picked itself up, the monster undeterred by the debut attack. Picking itself up, Jekyll was unable to react fast enough as the beast struck out with its fist and lodged it into Jekyll's fist, the force not enough to hurt him a large amount, but send him through the air. Landing on the rock was a bit rough, since the friction burnt his skin, but Jekyll was okay enough to jump back up quickly. Looking at his giant opponent, who was now up and ready as well, Jekyll's eyes were a constant sea of calm, that carried a small ship of maliciousness as he thought about how he could end this quickly.


Beginning a fast jog, Jekyll took huge leaps as he went towards the Capra, who by this point was also galloping towards Jekyll. As he got close enough, Jekyll leaped into the air and started to flip, heading straight towards the ready Capra. With his fists, the Capra smashed down with the appendages, attempting to smash Jekyll, but was surprised as Jekyll used the momentum of the attack to flip upwards, dodging the attack, and heading straight for its face. Using its arms as a spring boards, Jekyll suddenly flew to the face of the Capra and used his hand to firmly grip the face. Using the rest of the momentum to wrap his flexible arm around the Capra, Jekyll came to a stop on the irate, blinded Capra's shoulder. Not giving them beast anytime to attempt a attack on him, Jekyll condensed his arm and pulled, hard. The weakened neck bones of the Capra gave way as the awkward force was applied, and completely cracked as Jekyll spun the Capra's head around on its spinal cord, the action looking similar to the unrolling of a yo-yo.


Flipping off the collapsing Capra's body, Jekyll landed easily one the mountain's rocky ground. His smirk of satisfaction turned into a grimace of distaste as he spit out a wad of saliva, the water having built up in what felt like his mouth had been filled up with rocks. Turning around, still spitting, Jekyll headed towards where he might find some more Capra, and maybe even a Champion to partner up with for the Hunt. He wasn't against partnering up, but he didn't really attempt to. He just ran into someone who was in a need of help, or was just bored and frustrated, and they would pair up. He hadn't done it much, but the action did keep him from becoming a social outcast, and it also gave him a chance to steal any cool stuff they had on them. Stolen stuff was the true spoils of war when it came to hunts.


@NoOneAtAll! @TeamFlexiIsHiring! @TheMountainsAreABeautifulPlaceToVacation!

 

[GeneralZod]

Caleb "The Animal" Giles


Somewhere in the forest smelling barbecue and smoke





Caleb was tearing through the forest as the beast looked for more targets. It was sometimes spotted by a creature but since he looked nothing like a champion he was able to usually cross through without much attention. It wasn't until there was a smell of barbecue and smoke that the beast decided to actually go somewhere. Caleb was interested to see why there was a smell of barbecue in the middle of the forest, he had never smelled barbecue outside of Arcadia before but it had to be someone crazy enough to want attention from anything within the area.


The closer Caleb got the faster the beast traveled and the more obvious what was going on. Some fool had been indeed barbecuing and he attracted the attention of a drake as a result. The fight seemed to be one sided in the drake's favor as they were never particularly easy to kill nor were they something you wanted to take on alone unless it was already injured but Caleb was about to increase the odds, even if it wasn't exactly his choice. Once they were finally close enough the beast leaped at the Drake with full intention to kill it, even if there wasn't a plan at all.


The beast landed on top of the drake's back and wrapped both of its arms around the drake's neck and squeezed tightly. Caleb didn't know what the goal was but at least it was going to distract it from the man who began to smell like blood. The drake thrashed around trying to get Caleb off its back but to no success. For any other person the spikes on its back and being moved around on top of them would have been enough to let go but his already tough skin while transformed was well protected by a layer of fur which prevented the spikes from digging in too deep and any pain it could have caused was absent due to the Nectar.


@Morridan

 

[Shura]

Iris "Scarlet"


Southwest Forest


Iris nodded slightly in the suggestion to go north. First hunt of the season always had the most kills so they had to keep moving if they wanted to make the best use of their time. With the Nectar flowing through her veins she didn't feel tired or hungry just energy. In the back of her mind she knew it would be a much different story later once it wore off and always hated it but right now she couldn't worry. Her mind was speeding through thoughts, quickly scanning the forest with eyes and ears processing the information for any signs of threat. Every movement, glint and sound was picked up and processed, staying still for too long was always an overload of anxiety and senses. It's why she kept moving, something to focus on the hunt.


The hairs on the back of the Chamipons neck stood on end as she picked up the sound of a stampede. She tensed gloves crackling with electricity until a new sound drew attention. Iris looked towards the source finding it to be another Champion. She blinked a few times running through the various names in her head for a second or two, "Bloodbird? no... Phoenix! If I remember right" she replied catching sight of the large pack.


"Packs are unusually big this year.." She growled softly pulling two grenades from her belt. "Let's thin out the crowd some. "


She grinned before scampering up on of the trees to get above the pack. She pulled the pins and waited a second or two before dropping towards the end of the pack to keep from catching the other Champion. As soon as it hit the ground it exploded taking out a good chunk of the back half of the pack. It wasn't he stealthiest method but with such a large group of feral monsters surviving was more important.


She waited for the dust to clear picking out the weak and injured ones of the group before glancing over to Roy making sure he was set as well. She dropped down claws extended and digging straight into the neck of one of the beasts severing the spinal cord. She did't pause and went immediately for the next one her free hand striking out catching the neck of another one severing one of the main arteries. Iris jumped back as snapping jaws came her way, taking a swipe with her hand as she retreated to claw at the Iseag face. She bounced back a few feet creating distance between her and the monsters as she set for another attack.


@Braxnond

 

[Morridan]

Redd Shotokhan


Outside of Arcadia's walls, Far Side of the Planes (Opposite of the lake), Surrounded by Forests, Shadow of the Mountains


Redd was about to charge back in before this new-... creature(?) joined. He honestly did not know what to think as the drake was pounced upon and gripped into a hug. He shook his head, tightening his fists. "Guess I'll be killing two predators today." His eyes squinted as he bent his legs again. "MISSATSU!!" He sprinted headlong towards the two creatures, dodging the wildly thrashing tail by ducking, slammed his foot into the ground and caused him to veer off to the right before coming to a stop and extending his left fist under the dragon's jaw. Again, the blood rushed from Redd's foot like a faucet running at full blast. But despite how much he had already 'bleed' he didn't seem to slow down at all. "Bleeeed!!" He growled this out while continually rushing his blood out of his body and creating the 'siphon' effect with his gloves to pull the creature's blood into his own body to replace the blood he just lost.


The Dragon seemed to give up momentarily on the 'beast' on its back and try and swipe frontwards at the red man. Redd in turn lifted his left foot and kicked the dragon's paw, delivering a right haymaker punch on the dragon's snout. His left fist retreated, causing four holes under the dragon's chin to spurt out a heavy flow of blood. His right hand made a squelching noise as his foot continually rushed pint after pint of blood outwards in what seemed like something out of an old and corny horror movie scene. The blood just kept running out of Redd with seemingly no source. Of course the truth was that the dragon was the one losing blood. The blood that was taken into Redd's body had been converted into his own within thirty seconds of entering his veins.


The so called 'beast' would feel the dragon's 'bulk' thin out some. In fact, most of the dragon's leathery and scaly hide had wrinkled and seemed to mimic that of raisins. "Should I wait for both of you to finish fighting each other? Or should I kill you both now?" ((@Godman873 ))


He would have just rushed in to finish the dragon off but his attention had snapped over to the other side of the tree line. Redd's eyes twitched as he saw an acid spitting, armored, gigantic, mantis rampaging it's way towards his hamburger stacks. "Nope!" He took off in a run towards the gigantic creature with his right fist clenching and causing metallic creaking and popping sounds as the surface of the gauntlet ground against itself. The dragon, fueled with rage, had started chase after him with the 'beast' on its back. Even up to the point of Redd leaping with unprecedented power and shooting straight for the Mantis's face, fist brought back and cocked as he shot forwards and upwards.


The result was the audience getting a full side view from the drone's position of a red man leaping in what seemed like slow motion towards the larger creature, doing so to save his hamburger patties, with a dragon pouncing after him in the air. And just before making contact with the Mantis, the red man shouted out a "SHOOOOORYUKEN!!!" and brought his fist upwards before plunging through the stream of acid like a bullet, creating a human-shaped hole in the 'waterfall' of vile insect-blood/spittle all before the dragon caught them aflame. ((@Der Kojote and @The Kaosophile ))

 

[Kazanna]

Jameson Armstrong


Deep in the Eastern Arcadian Forests, A massive Sinkhole


The massive creature's length coiled up in a circular fashion around the outer rim of the sinkhole, it's body leaving a slight trail in it's wake. The monsters body caused continued tremors, minor ones, as it traveled along, circling it's new prey. The worm's head had yet to reveal itself as the beast was coiling itself in a constantly undulating mass. The creature was larger then Jameson had first anticipated, so he began to manipulate the kinetic energy around himself to create a slight screen of dust and along with a disturbance of the location he was at, masking his form, large as it was.


Jameson took several steps back from where he figured the head was, and then spun his war hammer around his gauntleted wrist. He was taking his time cautiously as he waited for the head to appear, keeping himself masked to the beast. It was only a few moments later when he was rewarded by the massive beasts head, a rolling mass of anger uncoiled from side of the wall and the thing hissed at where he was standing.


Watching the thing as it began to make its way towards him, Jameson feinted to the side and lunged forward as it shot past him. He sank his mace into it's side and found the weapon to be too fragile as it buckled slightly under the force of his attack and the Lumbri's forward dash. Jameson felt the weapon begin to splinter and reinforced it's core, then retracted it from the Lumbri's body.


He bounced away from the thing in his recovery from the initial attack he threw out. To anyone observing, it would be like watching a person being hit by a freight liner, and going spinning away. But Jameson used the momentum towards his next attack. As he rotated, he increased his inertia, sped up the rotation, lowered himself down, and sped up the centrifugal mass, within seconds, he brought the weapon up and slammed it into the creatures side as it continued to roll past him, his mace tore itself apart as it cut a narrow, shallow swath into the creatures side.


"In all honestly I'd expected far less! But this mace was imbued with the might of and Armstrong! It's magnificent power is comparable to my own glory!" He swept the weapon to the side, as he shouted out in the midst of the battle-fury.


He let the weapon dip back into the ground, it's shaft slid in easily the kinetic energy ripping down into the earth powerfully. Jameson used his kinetic manipulation with the Sudo-radar he had to find a sizeable stone, then, a moment later, he manipulated the ground until it found what he was looking for. A stone as large as himself.


As he pulled the shaft up out of the ground it's newly formed head came up beside him at an angle, it was a striking similarity to one of his own fists. Originally, he'd planned to make it of his own body, with the shaft attaching just below the waist, but he found the shaft just didn't do him enough glory. Jameson spun the weapon in a half circle and increased the kinetic load on it's head before he looked to the massive Lumbri, which, by now had moved to recover and was hissing at him once more.


"Let's try this again you beast! Armstrong Hammerblow!" He shouted as he leapt towards the thing, kicking up a massive rooster tail of hard packed soil.


Jameson brought his weapon against the creature with a titanic, meaty, crunching smack, the reverberating shock traveled through his body and he used it to create a second impact. Jameson's attack rebounded through the creatures body, destroying capillaries and internal organs rapidly. He bounced back again and watched the creature as it thrashed about in agony.


"Now recover from that one you great wriggly thing! I dare you!"

 

[Gobbo]

JASON


SE forest





Jason could hear the distant sounds of battle, his HUD bringing up various screens of the other Champions taking on some huge monsters. He shook his head and chuckled a bit, wondering how many of them would be sent to the medbay after this hunt. He shrugged it off and kept moving further east, deeper into the forests.


After a half hour or so his kill count had risen to nine, most of them Lurchbilge. He had noticed the other champion's kill counts rising as well, but the morons were taking out nothing but easy prey, a cheap way to pad their kill numbers. It wasn't a method the fans enjoyed, or the sponsors for that matter. At least he knew how to hunt properly, and that's what earned him the fame and the cash.


Heading deeper into the woods he paused for a moment, eyeing the edge of his blade. It wasn't as sharp as it could be, so he paused for a moment to put a new edge on it. As he did, his eye kept scanning the area around him, keeping a watch for any errant heat signatures or odd movement. By the time he was done he stood, and barely had enough time to evade the sudden attack from behind him.


Rolling out of the way he turned to face the Lurchbilge that had attacked him, tail poised to strike again as it growled menacingly at him. Jason just shrugged a bit and shot his hand out suddenly, sending a huge shock of electricity through the steel wires that had embedded themselves in the Lurchbilge's hide. The creature screamed and spasmed, repeatedly stinging itself where the darts had been stuck. He chuckled a bit and yanked hard on the wires, pulling them out of the creature's body as he came in, striking the monster in the head with the back of his blade. He could hear bones crunching and grinned, following the strike with a sudden stomp of his armored boot. The monster let out one last growl of agony before it died, the body twitching and convulsing under his foot.


"And that'd be ten."

 

[Brax]

Roy


Southwest Forest


While Iris had been setting up space between her and the other Iseags for attack, Roy would begin sprinting at the fastest speed he could. As the Iseags moved forward to attack Iris, the man would soar up into the air over his partner, tucking his legs as close to his torso as he could. Both feet had missed her head by a good four or five inches, before he removed the Katana from its sheath.


When he landed, he maneuvered his sword so that he could strike with a vertical upward slash to the Iseag who had been running toward Iris originally. Roy cut a rather large gash into the bottom of its head, causing blood to spurt out around his blade and all over the ground around it. When he removed the length of the sword from the monster’s head, it made a disgusting, squishy sound.


The champion actually had to take a step back, one hand extended behind him so that he could somewhat force Iris to move back as well. Of course, it was not that she couldn't handle herself. She had done so plenty of times throughout just the current hunt alone. Roy just wanted in on some of the action, and wasn’t particularly willing to get doused in blood. Any kind, let alone this disgusting beast’s own. Two Iseags had walked around the dead body, which Roy took out quickly.


As far as the hunting of ‘small’ creatures went, Roy was perfectly aware that it did not matter what kind of monster was hunted. All kills counted. To someone who did not care about public opinion, it mattered not what outlets thought. Stealth Strike as a team was still popular, regardless. Having a devoted fan-base meant that it did not matter what was killed, rather how much of a show was put on.


Each monster was deadly in its own right, if the champion is careless. Every champion had hunts which contained small monsters, others got unlucky and ran into big ones. The most idiotic thing that could be done during the weekly spectacle would literally be to track kills. It’s a waste of time, and useless to do when every other champion was running into their fights.


The rest of the Iseags would be dealt with accordingly. By the end, Roy had only walked away with four kills from the pack of twenty, but he did not care in the slightest. The champion had plenty of kills on the day, with a total of fifteen. The hunt was not yet halfway over, and he had fifteen kills. It looked like this season was going to be heavy-hunting, unless both he and Iris were about to get jumped by a large monster. That might hamper their progress slightly, but even then, Roy was sure it would not take an hour to deal with anything thrown at them.


Roy was skeptical of the man who had ‘helped’ them. Truth was, he came out of nowhere and alerted the two of the Iseags in the process. How long had he been watching, though? Was he waiting to kill them, or kill the monsters they were hunting if they failed? What exactly had he been observing, and since when? Champion-on-champion fights were not uncommon, but the fact of the matter remained that the hunts were for monsters.


Most champions took priority over killing monsters, but that was also not to say that the rest were partial for doing the exact same. Unfortunately, that was too far of a stretch. He remembered a time when he had to deal with one of these champions, his first year fighting. The man had originally attempted to kill Roy and Iris, but would be devoured by the appearance of a rather large mountain troll.


It was without a doubt that both Roy and Iris would have been murdered if not the appearance of the troll, because that particular champion had been a line junkie. The nectar consumed most of his personality in and out of hunts. When Iris took out the troll with little help, Stealth Strike gained the start of its rise to prominence. They had been moderately popular ever since, much to Roy’s aversion and personal disdain.


The young man was ready to activate his own line if the champion who had dropped in on the two decided that trying to murder them was a good idea.


Eyes never left Xerxes.


@Shura @Phantom King

 

[Fluffy-Kat]

Katherine "Kat" Ariat


Northern End of the Forest (w/Sun)


"Lightomaniac?" She asked rather indifferently. Kat sighed at his attempt of a joke,"I suppose its appropriate for you...." She pinched the bridge of her nose.


The small girl continued her business, loading her weapons, checking her gear and all that. Her ears perked when Sun said he was the "handsome man that comes along and weds the princess." Kat looked up at him and raised a hand in a 'stop' sort of gesture,"Whoa whoa whoa there buddy, you cant tie this girl down," starting to get a little bored she jumped and climbed on a bear by tree,"Its gonna take a lot more than kissing up to get to me!" Sitting on a low branch, she turned her nose up in the air with arms and legs crossed, dangling from the tree. Kat shifted her body to face the other way, her back now to Sun. She hooked her hands under the branch and gripped onto it. Letting gravity take control, she allowed the upper part of her torso to fall back. The back of her knees acted like hooks on the branch as she hung upside down now, but her hands still clung to the branch by her thighs. A small vibration started to travel up the tree, through the branch, and to her body. Kat gasped, and the rumbling earth grew heavier, even Sun felt it,"What was that..." She asked, still upside down and looking at him. He took off after saying how killing the thing that made quake would make them even more famous,"Hey wait!" She released her hands of the branch and put them up over her head....er...under her head (because shes upside down)? She narrowed her eyes at the gound. Kat raised one leg off the branch and bent the knee, her foot pressing against the wood. 1,2,3! In a quick motion she pushed herself off, the other leg letting go aswell, and tucked in the upper part of her torso. She did half a flip, landing on her feet effortlessly,"Phew~ Gymnastics really paid off!" She said to herself while running in Sun's direction.


Her arm felt warm as she ran. "What the..." Tilting her head down to look at her arm, she could see blood dripping from the wound given by the iseag still,'Shit, i forgot about that...ill have to patch it up later...'

 

[Penelope Burns]

Madison "Frost" Green


Arcadian Outskirts, Near Massive Sinkhole





Madison ran into the clearing after hearing several sounds of exchanged attacks, getting more and more nervous the longer it took her to arrive. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if he died while she was so close. As the sounds of battle grew closer, Madison felt confident in her chances of helping the person, knowing that they were, at the very least, incredibly lucky.


Finally Madison found herself in a clearing, with a giant hole in the center. To one side was a gloriously well toned man with a beautiful mustache, and to the right was a giant Lumbari looking capable of killing an entire group of people in one attack. Was that man all that was left? He had to have been, no one person could have survived a monster of that size for long.


Then again, not only was he surviving, he was succeeding. The creature looked severely injured, reeling back as if it was just hit by a massive attack. Within seconds it looked like it was recovering, however, and eventually it would probably be fine.


Madison took the chance she could as the creature was weakened, and ran to the base of it, her body glowing blue with Line. Immediately she ran her hand across the worm as she ran in a circle, dodging its tail as it reacted to her. Within moments the creature's body began to react to the significant drop in temperature, it wailing out in intense pain as she instantly froze large portions of its body.


By the time in finally gave her its full attention, Madison was sprinting away from it, heading to her temporary partner. She was unfortunately not too much use, only able to distract and slow it down for a few moments, it was far too large for her abilities to instantly freeze its organs.


"If you're going to do something, do it now!" She yelled to the man, her breathing ragged from the extensive use of energy. Of course she still had her gun, but it was barely efficient against Iseags, let alone a giant Lumbari.


 
@Kazanna

 

[Phantom King]

Xerxes


Southwest Forest : In Combat


Xerxes would be standing in the center of the Iseags pathway half-ignoring the explosions, taking note that the distance was enough for the Iseags would be furthered funneled upwards towards him. Turning on a heel now and crouching as one lunged at him barely going under the creature twisting his wrist coming across the Iseag's stomach in a horizontal slash of his tomahawk the beasts intestine and other organs would fall out behind him as he starting in a charge forward to the rest of the oncoming Iseag. he was quickly analyzing the situation as he went along but decided he'd take his chances with the situation and would not use his line. He had no specific need for it, either way from the explosion and the lingering day the radiation, gave him enough energy for him to become a blur to the basic eye. However these creatures relied only on smell and would be a bit behind due to his movement speed. The second victim was met with the sharpened spike of the back of his tomahawk sinking into its brain cavity killing it from trauma alone. Xerxes would look upwards as another Iseag came to leap over its slain relative only to be met with a bullet getting sent into it's chest collapsing both lungs and missing the heart but had enough force to cause it to fall backwards into another slowing down their assault.


Seven


Xerxes was keeping himself low to the ground right now becoming a whirlwind of steel and powerful kicks it was a beautiful display in all as he weaved, kicked, and cleaved his way through the remaining Iseags with an unnatural finesse that would be admirable and awed by the viewers as the drone swept down in an over-shot to watch the display of combat prowess. He finished dispatching the Iseags landing back upon the branch he cut down to halt them before as he had worked his way all the way back. He'd turn to look over his shoulder towards the duo a few hairs draped over his visage as he stared those eyes challenging Roy's after he had examined Iris once again. He'd offer them a grin with that same challenging look his tomahawk still in hand his wrists were relaxed as blood continued to drip from them, if it would be taken as menacing, or perhaps just a sign of him saying 'your welcome' for the help. It was unclear because after a few moments of silent prolonged eye contact he sheathed his tomahawk's one at a time starting with his left. He turned his full body to face them his onyx black armour spattered with touches of blood from the creatures he'd nod once finally his face returning to a neutral analytically expression.


Xerxes would crouch and leap upwards with a great amount of strength and force, enough to break the massive branch from where he leapt from showing his potential energy. He'd latch onto a branch in his ascension coming to perch on it before moving to a more discreet method of moving branch to branch and tree to tree higher and higher. Until he felt he was a good distance away he'd leave a hologram version of himself a bit lower and in the opposite direction to throw them off if they decided to look for him. Could never be to sure with the hunt if another Champion would attack another or not, Xerxes had only come across an instance like that a few times before. The last was the most interesting as the Champion was gifted with the ability to teleport..gut wrenching combat tactic if done right and Xerxes hated every second of it all. He ended up causing the champion to roast from the inside out when he came to grab him again in a large wave of radiation melting all of his internal organs and covering his entire body with heat blisters to a point of nonrecognition. A shame how those let nectar consume them so swiftly, some have to rely on it but they should learn to use it in moderation. Or try to keep sane from their frequent uses and horrid acts due to their nectar abuse. Now to sit and wait for a creature to cross his path or to go on a search for one is the question, he deemed sitting for now would be better as it'd give chance for situations to die down inside the forest.


@Braxnond

 

[Shura]

Iris "Scarlet"


Southwest Forest


Iris remained still as Roy jumped over her and quickly dispatched of the monsters. Her muscles tensed at the signal to hold back. A soft growl eyes scanning the bloody battle field for any surprise attacks. Thankfully the pack had been thinned out enough so it was easier to keep track of. The rest of the monsters were easily taken care of by the other two champions, Iris kept an eye on the redhead taking not of his style and tactics as the last of the creatures were taken out. Her muscles tensed slightly as a small stand off took place, the other Champion didn't look crazed or that she had OD'ed on Nectar, however that didn't mean he wouldn't attack.


Her ears twitched slightly as she heard one of the camera droids buzzing overhead no doubt catching the small skirmish with the large pack of Iseag. In the moment Iris glanced away the other Champion ran off through the trees. Iris sighed softly they didn't have to fight another Champion. She relaxed but only slightly they still had to keeping relaxing too much was never good thing when there could be a surprise attack at any time. She looked over to Roy. "Well that was interesting. We should keep moving thought, only have about an hour left." She muttered looking up at the sky. With the hunt half over they had accumulated quite the high kill count. She was starting to wonder if it was just because of the off season or if more monsters were just showing up.


@Braxnond

 

[Brax]

Roy


Southwest Forest


Watching the man who had dropped down on them, Roy waited to see what the man’s next move would be. When his facial expression softened, Roy’s did as well. The champion had really just jumped down to help them, something which Roy was grateful for. Even though it was a competition, it did not mean that champions could not work together for higher outputs. To know there was another with some humility out there alongside them was nice, too. Roy made a mental note to pay that guy back for helping them out.


In the meanwhile, there was still work to do. There was a recurring pain shooting through the right side of his head that was minimal. This was undoubtedly a result of his overexertion. Yes, it was true that the two had amassed quite the amount of kills. Typically, they would not have such high numbers. Roy did not use so much energy up when he was not as active, obviously. This hunt was one of those truly ridiculous out-of-the-ordinary situations that Roy loved all so much. At this rate, there was actually a chance that he might have to tap into some of that delicious Nectar.


Oh, hooray.


Roy turned his head to Iris at the same time her eyes found his. He nodded in response to her statement, before parting his lips to speak. “Yeah. We’re lucky things didn’t get ugly. That would be the perfect way to top off the first hunt of the season.” Of course, the last sentence was fully-loaded with sarcasm. Roy did not want to deal with it, and he was pretty sure Iris was happy to avoid such a confrontation as well. He turned his head from his partner and looked ahead, before he began walking. “Let’s go. We gotta find something eventually.” And so, as the plan saw it before their slight delay, the two would begin moving north.


The run-offs from the explosion were still the focus. There was the rest of the season to hunt down large, rare monsters. If Roy did not walk into one now, he would be happy. Aside from the fact that he was currently in no shape, they did not need to bump into colossal monsters every hunt. With such high numbers, gathering more small kills would do more for their ratio rather than harm it. Fighting a rare monster was not only highly more dangerous, but potentially way more time consuming. Having to stop their farming party for one big kill would be a huge blow to the numbers they could have racked up without having to deal with it.


The champion knew if the two went running toward the explosion, then they would either be running into a rare monster or a champion’s death trap. He wanted to avoid both, obviously. As he continued forward, Roy kept relatively silent. The bleeding on his chest had stopped completely. Ahead of them, was the natural sounds of the forest. Such silence was welcomed, especially given a super busy first half of the hunt.





@Shura

 

[PixelScoreMC]

Sun stopped, and turned back to her. "Someone already beat us to the cut, we better start heading back, or we can look for some more ugly ass monsters to beat up." His face had a very serious tone on it, possibly because he was pissed off someone beat him to the chase, or perhaps just because he takes hunts seriously. "Or... we can just head back, we got a pretty good number for this hunt." He grinned, and put his fist out, waiting for a fist bump, and hopefully won't be left hanging.

 

[ViAdvena]

Sienna Argante


Northwest Forest, near the swamp


Deep, deep inside the forest, a creature called Carturian walked peacefully between the tree, sometimes paused to munch on the plants that grew on the forest's floor. Little did it knew, a pair of eyes had been watching it for a while. A low rumble was heard, and from the darkness of the swamp, one giant frog slowly revealed itself. Before the Carturian could flee, it opened its mouth and threw its long tongue to the smaller creature, binded the Carturian.


Meanwhile, another pair of green eyes discreetly observed both of the creatures from above, waiting for the right time to attack. Right after the Capra caught the Carturian to eat it, a blur of white jumped from the top of the tree, and then landed on the back of the Carturian.


"Aw, hell no frog, you don't simply steal my prey."


In an instant, the frog's sticky tongue was severed by her bone blade. The mutated frog let out a loud growl and retracted its now shortened appendage. As she moved from on top of Carturian to prepare for the next attack, she noticed that the Carturian wasn't moving. It seemed that the sheer momentum of her landing broke the Carturian's back. Great, she didn't have to worry about it escaped, then.


Sienna slowly stepped back from the creature and grew another bone weapon from her arm, this time in the shape of a long, pointy staff. She yanked the bone-staff from its place, flinched a little when did that. Ouch, okay, that's hurts despite how many times she had done it before. But at least the pain was quickly dissipated. She twirled the staff in her hands, "Come chase me you overgrown frog," she said with a laugh, taunting the already angry Capra, "You need to shed all of those fat~"


The Capra growled. With an impressive speed, considering its weight, it jumped to crush this interfering newcomer. But Sienna had predicted this. She quickly moved out of there, and in the place where she stand before was the pointy staff which she previously planted to the ground. The staff pierced the Capra's stomach as it landed, made it let out another roar.


When the giant frog was distracted, she ran up the nearest tree. Then, using the trunks as a jumping platform, she launched herself to the monster. Her weapon took the form of a spiked lance as she spun towards it. With a combination of spinning movement and the force of her own weight, the lance pierced through the layers of thick fat and muscle into the brain, then exit through the bottom of its jaw. Blood spurted from the wound, drenched her from head to toe.


The Capra shivered for a moment before it went quiet. After making sure that it was dead, Sienna pulled her lance out and jumped down from the carcass. At that time she realized her bloodbath state. 'Ukh, not again', she thought, wiped some of the blood from her face. But it was to be expected if she used the spinning movement.


She noticed one of the drone hovering between the trees. Smiled, she waved to it. Was that spinning movement necessary to kill the creature? Not really. Was it flashy enough to amaze the audience? Yes.


meanwhile, inside Arcadia

Between the audience of The Hunt, one guy exclaimed, "Ha! I knew she will be drenched in blood after forty minutes! You owe me that bucks, Steve!"





The guy called Steve begrudgingly handed his friend the money.




Sienna turned her attention to the Carturian and noticed that despite the broken backbone, it was still alive, barely so. She walked up to the creature, a blade once again formed from her other hand. She severed the arteries in its neck, gave it a swift, silent death. Carturian was valued for its rarity and beautiful feathers, so she plucked some of the feathers from it. It was her objective from the beginning, actually.


Humming, she put one feather behind her ear and the rest of them in her pouch. Pretty, pretty feathers. "I encounter two rare creature in one hunt! Ain't I lucky?" She chirped happily to the communication device behind her other ear.


The sound of sigh was heard from the other end, "Yes, yes, Sie, but please focused on your main objective: killing monsters. It has been almost an hour and you only gain three kills, this and one stray Iseag you found earlier. All because you follow that Carturian for- some feathers? Seriously."


Sienna pouted at the comment of her hard-to-please trainer, "Fine fine!" she walked away from that place, "To the next hunt then~"

 

[Shura]

Shockdra @Braxnond @HoneyBear-Kat The sound of heavy foot prints starts to become audible as does the hiss of disintegrating plants and wood. A rancid smell follows shortly, the smell of decaying flesh and fur. It doesn't take too long before a larger than normal Acid Bear emerges from the brush attacking the first thing it sees which happens to be very bright. Scarla @DamagedGlasses A high pitch screech echos around the mountains. A sound which causes great fear to man especially when the sound of thunder follows after. Heavy beating wings draw close and sparks of small lightning bolts reach out into the sky. Another screech before a Scarla founds a rock face and dives in for its target.​

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[Kazanna]

Jameson Armstrong


Deep in the Arcadian Forest, Lumbri Hive Sinkhole


As the massive creature turned it's body for another attack, Jameson took several gauged steps back and centered himself. He spun the now massive hammer in an arc and brought it to a ready stance. He was slowly increasing the kinetic force that was traveling through his body, he was careful, he understood the dynamics of what he was doing better then any nurse could ever hope to conceive. The effects of the Nectar were peaking as he used the kinetic force within his heart to overload, shield, and reinforce the valves within his body, he amplified the rate at which the blood coursed through his veins. In doing so, he required more oxygen, so he compensated by expanding his lungs, taking deeper breaths, and using the kinetic force the alveoli in his lungs to react in a more efficient and expanded manner. His muscle structure physically expanded as it was allowed to preform at it's peak and the kinetic energy racing throughout his body in a super controlled format increased his overall strength, awareness, and durability. He took a step forward, placing his unarmed left hand forward, towards the massive creature, the hammer was held back with his right holding it in a ready stance, prepared to smash it forward.


Jameson's body was radiating with the kinetic barrier that had rapidly become visible. He was deflecting all outside source matter, everything that would cause him injury or interference. He began to sparkle and shine brilliantly.


"I am now showing you a technique passed down through the Armstrong family for Generations, The Armstrong Overdrive... It is a powerful technique that must be used with extreme caution, as improper use could lead to my demise! But fear not great worm... For it is not my demise it shall lead to this day..." he said in a low tone.


A moment later, the worm shot towards him, its massive head poised as a battering ram. Jameson waited until the beast was close, and then he modified his barrier, reducing it near his left hand, he caught the beast during it's forward push, allowed the kinetic force to race through his body, amplified the force, reconditioning it to what he needed it to be. He felt the strain on his muscles as it tore through his system, every centimeter it ran through amplified it enormously, within a second it had traveled through his heart, which at current was amplifying all effects over a thousand times more then the rest of his muscle structure. As the seconds raced by, the massive power that was building from the continued push of the worm's muscle structure cause veins to bulge on Jameson's form, his muscles bulged, and his bodies kinetic barrier shimmered and expanded around him, but he held firm, held fast, and did not move, he was not even phased by the worm beyond what was happening.


Then, in a catastrophic attack, He brought the massive hammer down on the beasts face, shouting, "ARMSTRONG OVERDRIVE SPECIAL!!! ARMSTRONG HAMMERBLOW; MAXIMUM FORCE MULTIPLIER!!!"


The hammer itself was so super condensed at this point its weight would have been enough to crack through the beasts tough shell, but the kinetic multipliers within it rang out in a blow so lethal it vaporized the beasts skull from the coursing near tidal forces that shot through it. The hammer shuddered and vibrated to bits as Jameson finished the attack. He released his grip on the creature, as his left hand had continued to hold the creature at bay. He pushed it away with a flick and the now lifeless body twitched spasmodically as the few impulses left from the electrical current active in all life forces began to ebb away.


Jameson nodded to the beast, brought his hands together and then bowed deeply to it. "This was a glorious battle great beast. May we meet in the next life and continue this, as this form of yours seems to be not enough to defeat my glorious power." Jameson said with a slight air of arrogance.


Jameson turned away from the creatures corpse, and dropped the hilt of his hammer, it was finished, grand weapon as it had been, it had been destroyed. He'd enjoyed using it while it had lasted, but now, he'd fight the way he'd been taught, with his hands. Jameson stared at the walls, and saw what the large worm had been so infuriated over. There were thousands of Lumbri Larve, a grand resource to be sure, but there were also the nest mothers, and they would need to be dealt with. Jameson brought his fists together again.


"Looks like there's more work to be done here." He said, dropping into an aggressive stance before he shot forward, his fists poised and aimed at the first creature he was set to destroy.