after killing the first, a couple of them paired up and attacked him simulationsly but were only met with their eminent deaths. after killing 14 red fanged wolves brutally, the last 5 finally realized that their presumably easy prey was actually the hunter. they decided to listen to their instincts and run for their lives but the man wasn't merciful enough to let his supper away.
he followed them and after pinpointing the direction they ran to, which was northeast where the wind and rubble chaotically blew past him, he followed
the wolf at the head could hear his fellow pack members falling one by one at the hands of the bloodied monster. it suddenly felt its tail being grabbed and its legs left the ground, the monster swung it up then smashed it unto the floor a couple of times while laughing out loud.
the monster whined in fear and pain, its legs shaking just from the sound of the monster's disgustingly hoarse and scratchy voice.
every part of its body hurt and the beast could feel its consciousness fade.
it could faintly feel its body stopped being swung around and when it finally thought it was over, the man lifted it from the ground by the head, grabbing its neck with the other
the 2m tall beast shivered as it stared at dilated eyes of the monster
"give my regards to my buddies down there and tell them to make a feast once i follow you"
and before it could blink the man ripped its head off its neck with his bare hands.
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the man dropped the head and body and took a deep breath. he felt an unending void in his chest that only seemed to grow bigger by the day, he 'looked' at his bloody hand and traced the first scar he got in this cave.
it was a nasty 3 clawed slash that ran from his index finger down towards the back of his wirst.
a few other scars were littered here and there on his hand, with calluses on his palms
in fact, no part of his chiseled body remained untouched by those disgusting markings. for once the man was thankful he couldn't see..
FLASHBACK
it had been 3 months since the teen entered the dark cave, he still had his sword by his side. he hasn't moved very far away from the wide area before the cave's first intersection. it is now his lair, around 50+ corpses loitered around. he was dragging the corpse of a 1m tall skinny humanoid creature with no facial features. its boney grey body was covered in its blood. he stopped in front of the small hill of corpses that he put up against one of the walls and threw it with the others
he dusted his hands and pressed the wound on his left arm, thankfully the faceless skinny alien like beast had no strength at all, but its claws were no joke. because of it, he had gained a shallow wound. he ripped a piece of his shirt and rapped it around the wound to stop the bleeding
he was scared it might get infected, he was lucky so far for not being inflected with any open wounds, only bruises. but it seemed that the monster are getting stronger so he knew that eventually he would get more hurt. he only hoped he would die instantly instead of slowly and painfully perishing because of an infection
the teen suddenly heard a thud, he turned around whilst his heartbeat went crazy . he pulled his sword from its sheath and raised it towards the path from his left
he couldn't see far back but he could hear faint footsteps, and as seconds went by the sound was only getting louder
he ran towards the small hill of corpses and went inside, hiding between the dead
he held his breath in when he caught a glimpse of around twenty or so alien like beasts, the same ones as the one he just dragged
he begged for them not to come near, for he knew that although they were weak, they still have the advantage of numbers. and he was too tired to fight all of them
he was also confused, he had never seen so many beasts of the same kin together, as if in a pack. they walked into the teen's lair and all crouched on the floor simultaneously
the teen was so surprised and feared what they would do next, he put his hand on the cool sword that gave him a tiny bit of comfort
they all started to scratch the ground with there 3 long fingers on each hand, the sight was baffling and terrifying at the same time
the eerie sound of the nails scratching the ground deafened the teen. he had never heard such a sound in his life and when he finally realized that the noise was not only making him feel uneasy but also hurting him he let go of the sword and grabbed his head sheilding his ear with his hands.
the pain struck at his temole and for a second he wished he was deaf, his eyes scrunched in pain but he dared not make a sound. the orchestral of agony aimed at all living creatures around the teen's lair continued on for 10min until the teen had enough and went out of the pile of corpses. he grabbed his sword, blood dripping from his eardrums, and dashed towards the still crouched alien beats
he beheaded the closest one and they all stopped at that moment. he didn't wait for them to charge at him and continued his assault
to avoid a pincer attack from both sides, he had his back to the wall, his eyes went to the far end to the wide area where the beasts came from. he only had one goal in mind and it was to escape
so he slashed and thrusted his sword chaotically, forgetting about the techniques he had practiced so hard for the past 10 years. his mind was blank and it gave itself up against fear, his large swings had already killed few of the beasts. but the smarter ones waited until the sword was being retracted to jump and claw at him.
and one of those smart ones had finally landed a solid hit on the teen, it had thrown itself at his right leg ruining his balance and evidently sacrificing itself for the remaining of its kin. the teen, with both hands on the hilt, pierced down the blade as it went through the middle of the top of its head.
and its sacrifice was not in vain, as another one reached at him and left a deep claw mark of the back of his right hand after the teen protected his heart with his arm
the teen yelled in pain and jumped back immediately, he then slashed his sword down instantly killing the one who wounded him
his right hand was completely useless now, pain shot up from it and numbed his whole arm. he wanted to squeaze the life out of these disgusting pests but there were still over ten more of them
he clenched his teeth and firmed his grip on the hilt, he was lucky to have practiced swinging the sword with his left arm or else he would've perished
this time, for some reason, after killimg the two smarter than usual alien beasts the rest took a few steps back
the teen was confused but braced himself and heaved a long sigh, glaring at them with mad eyes he ran and then began slaughtering the frozen beasts
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